Check this out: This is a snippet of a blog I wrote a couple years ago.
“Sometimes I struggle with insecurity. Wait, my apologies, did I say struggle? Ha. No. More like I go through a bloody battle within myself when it comes to my insecurities. For example,
Comparing my thighs to another woman. Or slightly wishing I was just as outgoing as the gal who seems to mesmerize the world with her personality. Jealousy wells up within me, as I am quickly passed up for a woman who could easily be a Paul Mitchell hair model. Or a beaming model for Colgate. And Sports Illustrated. And Victoria Secret. Possibly Vogue. You get it.
And for some reason, my “flaws” absolutely love taking a seat next to comparison. Both work gladly as a team to show me how imperfect my teeth look or how my curly hair prefers to look like a stiff ball of twigs instead of a bunch of graceful coils. I’m not kidding. This hair can go insane.”
Can I keep it real? I didn’t really like myself at that time. I honestly wasn’t hopeful about getting to a point of not comparing myself to others. I was in intense counseling for it, reading tons of books and seeking wise counsel about having a healthy view of myself. At the time it seemed like I would never accept nor like myself. However, as I read this post, I thank God for growing me to truly believe to my core that I am made in His image. That’s a big deal! The same God who created sunsets and made water(I mean, think about, what material would you use to make water?) made me too. On Purpose.
Now, I rarely compare myself to other women but celebrate how fly they are! I still have insecurities but they are no longer my worse enemy, but now an opportunity for me to rest in the care of Jesus. Can I get an amen?!
