There’s a woman I work with who’s about my age. She has this teeny, tiny, itty bitty stomach. I’m always fascinated by how svelte and trim she looks (that sounds weird, but ladies, you know what I mean, right?). I’m insanely jealous of that stomach, and was even pre-pregnancy (I’ve not had rock hard abs since I gave up on colorguard and marching band back in the day).
Anyway, today, we were chatting over something inconsequential when all of a sudden she says this:
“I know this is totally out of nowhere, but you have great legs. I’ve got these clunky tree stumps for calves, and I’m just so jealous of yours.”
And then it dawned on me that while I was busy being jealous of her waist, she was busy being jealous of my legs–and neither of us ever noticed the other’s self-proclaimed “flaws”.
Hey, I was in marching band/color guard in high school. Good times.
Women spend so much time putting one another down. Out of earshot, we chide other women on their bodies, their clothes, their hair, their make-up. And the reality is, there are probably things we love about others if we can just look beyond what we don’t like.
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