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It's fun to compare men to women ... because, well - it's just funny. They are from Mars, we're from Venus. End of story.
But women vs. women? Hmmm. We females should be standing in absolute solidarity. Feeling happy for - and cheering on - whatever the other SHE does, looks like, and accomplishes!
SHE actually has nothing to do with YOU. You are two separate beings.
Compare ... compare ... compare. Why do we?
We are all shapes and sizes and heights, all colors, possess all kinds of characteristics and personalities. We blink, breathe, and speak differently. We have various hair, skin, teeth, backgrounds, abilities, nails, legs, buttocks, careers, ta-tas.
Like snowflakes and fingerprints, no two humans are alike. Oh no, but what do we do? We do this ...
- She has beautifully manicured nails while mine look like the cat chewed on them.
- She has the cutest tiniest feet while mine are the size of King Kong's.
- Her perky smaller breasts stay put in the sports bra while jogging - while my Triple Ds look like two bowls of Jello in a fight!
- Oh my, my hair is thin and stringy like Twiggy's, while hers is luscious and long, like a Disney princess.
- Her job is the coolest, she gets to travel the world! Me? I've been a toll booth collector for 37 years.
- Oh, why can't I have a smooth GQ husband like hers while mine acts like Scooby Doo?
- Why didn't I dress up more for this party? She looks so put together while I look like a frumpy 94-year-old.
- How is it her teeth are so perfectly white and straight at her age, while mine look like a piranha's?
- She's so friendly! And I'm the Wicked Witch most days.
Snippeteers, what good does it do for us to compare ourselves in this way to others? How does it serve us?
And why don't we ever compare the other way around? Instead of HER GOOD THING VS. MY BAD THING ... why can't we promote something good about ourselves TO OURSELVES and not compare at all? Or even say something like, "Well, her feet may be tiny and cute, but my size 11s could kick ass if they had to!" 🤪
Let's attempt to be thankful for how we are constructed and how we are wired. God did that and He knew exactly what He was doing.
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