First things first, my blog was hacked yesterday! For those of you who received an email about a new blog post on Monday and read a blog post about gambling, THAT WASN’T ME. I was so frustrated and annoyed about what happened but can assure you it won’t happen again. Always a good reminder to change passwords often!
Second up: This blog post from the always inspiring and right-on Ann Voskamp was such a great reminder. It’s something I’ve definitely struggled with as a girl – comparing myself to other people’s jobs, bodies, families, closets, relationships. This post was an excellent and often much needed reminder that instead of comparing ourselves to other people, we will live better, happier, healthier and joy-filled lives when we empower them instead. Here’s my favorite excerpts from her full post below.
“There will always be people who see everything in the world as a measuring stick of their worthiness. If your life looks like a mess – to them — they whip out a measuring stick and feel confident of their own worthiness. If your life looks like a monument – to them — they whip out a measuring stick – and start cutting you down for their own empowerment.
Measuring sticks always become weapons.
I want to tell her, and every woman browsing through a fashion magazine, standing on a scale, scrolling through Pinterest, clicking through blogs, looking in a mirror: Every yardstick always becomes a bully stick. Pick up a yardstick to measure your life against anyone else’s and you’ve just picked up a stick and beaten up your own soul.
Measuring sticks always become weapons. Of Self-Harm.
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.
I whisper it to her like a heart’s battle cry, like it could rally a generation of daughters and women and sisters:
Girls rival each other. Women revive each other.
Girls empale each other. Women empower each other.
Girls compare each other. Women champion each other.”