She did What?!
Three of my sisters and I are meeting in Mexico next week. We have been looking forward to this vacation for months. Except for buying a couple of new bathing suits because I left my favorite one in a hotel room in Rome, I haven’t done much to prepare for the trip. After all, it’s just me and my sibs.
Then it happened. I heard from my mother that my older sister just bought four bathing suits….all a size 2. That’s when I learned that she and my younger sister have been working like crazy to get into shape for the trip.
Wait a minute….who said we were doing that? Even if I work out 10 hours a day and don’t eat all week, I’ll be lucky to reach a size 8.
I immediately started an email stream about how inferior I feel. My sisters all joined in, remarking on who is going to look the best. My brother, who is joining us in Mexico, was baffled.
And now that I reflect on that conversation, I am baffled too. Why did I immediately start to feel badly about myself? Why did I move to a place of competing with the women that I love most in this world?
Why do we do that?
According to research, it’s because we want to be the best genetic material possible for procreation of the species. Well, I am not of the procreating age any longer, so that can’t be it.
I agree with Emily Gordon who said in this blog entry http://www.nytimes.com/2015/11/01/opinion/sunday/why-women-compete-with-each-other.html?_r=0
“We aren’t competing with other women, ultimately, but with ourselves — with how we think of ourselves. For many of us, we look at other women and see, instead, a version of ourselves that is better, prettier, smarter, something more. We don’t see the other woman at all.”
It’s true. When I look at my sisters, or any women, I see their beauty. I see them for who they are as people. They are all amazing, talented, vibrant, loving, special women.
Do I see myself in the same way? I’m not sure…
So, my goal for today is to focus on my talents, my assets, my beauty, and my individuality.
Want to join me? We can all have just one day when we love ourselves without question or comparison. How would that feel?!
Until next time,