I’m making a pact with myself. The comparison needs to stop.
It’s funny, I think I struggled less with body image when I was 25 pounds heavier. Maybe there’s a fear in me that I will go back to what I was. Even just saying that now, I have to stop myself and ask, “so what?” Is my size what defines me? Because it shouldn’t be. I’m healthier now than I was then, and that won’t change. I read this article by Ann Voscamp a couple months ago and I was so struck by her words. Here’s a little preview (but you should really read the whole thing):
Comparison is a thug that robs your joy. But it’s even more than that — Comparison makes you a thug who beats down somebody – or your soul.
Scales always lie. They don’t make a scale that ever told the truth about value, about worth, about significance.
And the thing about measuring sticks, girl? Measuring sticks try to rank some people as big and some people as small — but we aren’t sizes. We are souls. There are no better people or worse people — there are only God-made souls. There is no point trying to size people up, no point trying to compare – because souls defy measuring.
You can’t measure souls.
What I’m learning about body image is that the opposite of comparison isn’t ignorance, it’s loving what you have. Loving your curves, loving your height, loving every little scar and freckle. Why? Because the Creator of the Universe molded and shaped you perfectly and uniquely. You can’t compare yourself to anyone else because you weren’t made to be like anyone else. And you have a beautiful body. Please watch this video. And tell yourself this, every day, until you believe it.
Comment and tell me…what do you love about your beautiful body?
Keeping it Real — Read this one too, if you have time!