“Oh, I love your legs.” “Really?! I hate my chicken legs.”
“Seriously?!!! I would kill to have legs like yours. And yours, I wish mine were that long.”
“Ugh, look at them jiggle.”
This was a conversation I had last week with two women. Both of whom I believe are two of the most beautiful women, inside and out. All three of us are united in a living healthy/getting fit lifestyle for this year. I was lamenting about how much I hate my man-calves. (I have had many men at the gym state they wish they had legs like mine…that’s not a compliment to a woman, trust me.) I looked for months for knee boots that would fit over their girth, and finally after 17 stores (no joke) I found some right before Christmas.
The point of this is, we all find things about ourselves we dislike. Whether it’s a physical appearance, a metabolism, a thing. We then take great strides to compare it to other people’s and wonder why we cannot have the perfect life like them. I was surprised to hear my friend state she thinks her legs (which I do seriously appreciate and love) are chicken legs. I automatically assume that others see the perfection that I see in them. Here’s the kicker though…When I put myself up to others to compare, I assume everything in their lives is perfect simply based upon the fact they have what I lack.
That’s not the case. They may have the perfect nose, or a size zero waistline, but they may struggle with depression, or verbal abuse, or a child whose rebelling. They may think all is wrong in their lives, and see you and assume everything is perfect in yours.
Can we for today stop comparing ourselves, but rather delight in that we are children of God, made in His perfect image? Can we relish in encouraging others rather than beating ourselves up over this area or that size dress? Instead can we affirm our strength comes from God alone and rely upon the knowledge that we are more than conquerors through Him?