Thursday, July 19, 2012

on comparison

For a week or so now I have had these same six works floating around in my head.


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I didn’t even realize what I was doing until one afternoon, driving in the car, these little words crept into my mind and reminded me.


You see, I battle with comparison. I think most women do. However, there is one girl in particular that I seem to find myself comparing myself to. The bad part is, we don’t even see each other…ever. She is a girl I went to high school with, she lives 2 hours away from me, and the only interaction we have is via Facebook. However, our lives have pretty much mirrored each other for the past three years. We got married within about a month of each other, we had babies within about a month of each other, and we have since picked up photography and are both attempting to build ourselves as photographers. I really think we have a ton in common, and would be friends again if we lived closer. But rather than enjoying seeing how she is doing through her pictures and posts, I compare us. I compare her pictures to mine, her projects to mine, her postpartum weight loss to mine, etc.


Kinda pitiful, I know. But it’s the truth. I am not perfect, and as confident as I may be in the life that I have, it is so easy to get knocked down by what you see around you.


Let me say, I love social media. I love facebook, and that I can keep relationships going with friends and see what they are up to. I love blogging, and the outlet it gives me to share a bit of my world with whoever cares to read.


But….
I hate it at the same time.


I think that social media is a huge issue with why women feel so inadequate. We are constantly bombarded with what others are doing that we aren’t, or photos they took that are incredible that we didn’t. We are consumed with the fact that we may only have 24 followers while others have hundreds. (I love my 24 followers by the way).

This pretty much sums it up….


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The momtog and blogging world is full of this. And I have been sucked into it without even realizing it. It is so easy to snap a picture and post it to Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram and make it look like life is just peachy. We post our highlight reels. We post the goodness in our lives (as we should). We post only the best.


You don’t see anyone sharing pictures of themselves with no makeup, hair a mess, and their old t-shirts on. You don’t see anyone posting pictures of their babies throwing tantrums, or their homes in utter chaos. (Okay, I have seen a couple people do that and I SO appreciate that I’m not the only one blogging instead of doing laundry.)


It is so easy to compare ourselves to other people’s highlight reels, when we don’t ever see their behind the scenes.


In just recognizing this, I am learning how blessed I am and how my behind the scenes is my highlight reel. The laundry piling up is a blessing in that I have clothes. The dirty dishes mean I have eaten a good meal. My photos are good enough, and will get better as I learn more. My 24 followers are enough. My blog is my little corner and is perfect just the way it is.


Even more important, my identity is not in being a wanna be photographer or blogger, or having the cleanest house, or best of everything. My identity is in Christ.


 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
Psalm 139:14


Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as elaborate hairstyles and the wearing of gold jewelry or fine clothes. Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.
1 Peter 3:3-4


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