It all starts as a kid - we want to have the coolest toys, the trendy clothes, we want to be "cool." As a child, I wasn't the coolest, I got made fun of, and not everyone liked me. But, for the most part I was pretty self-assured. I was confident in who I was, it was okay with me that I wasn't part of the cool crowd, I enjoyed focusing on school and my family. Despite that confidence, there were traces of the feelings of isolation in middle school and high school.
Enjoying camp with a great friend! |
Don't get me wrong - I was still pretty self-assured, I had good grades and was proud of it. I was on the swim team, and while I wasn't the best it gave me a sense of belonging to a group. Those early mornings in the weight room and afternoons at the pool were probably what got me through high school without too many issues with depression. Between swimming, school, family, and work I didn't have time to sit around and "feel sorry" for myself. There were moments when I would wonder "what if I was thinner? what if I had more to offer?" but overall I was happy with my core group of friends and they gave me far more than I deserved. I don't have photos of all of them to share here, but I hope they know how much their friendship meant to me!
Representative of my swimming connections, but some of my besties are "missing" from this picture. |
College was more of the same, I came into college ready to focus on my studies and I did just that. I worked through much of my college career and had several amazing opportunities to travel (a month in Ecuador and a semester in Philly). I was lucky to be assigned to a quad full of wonderful girls my freshman year and we became fast friends. I stayed close with most of them through college, and even roomed with my freshman roomie for most of my college career. We did alot of social stuff together, but the biggest blessing was having a group of girls who I could just "exist" with and who loved me unconditionally. We didn't have to be at a party to have a good time - just being in each others' company was enough. They were a constant for me, they were like my sisters and I miss them dearly.
While my semester in Philadelphia was amazing and I would do it again in a heartbeat, when I came back I wasn't myself. I had an amazing internship experience while in Philly - it gave me valuable experience in the work force. I struggled to take the positive feedback though and focused on the few constructive criticisms I received from one of my supervisors. Not to mention, I faced my first ever true personal conflict with one of my housemates. It shook me to the core, I came back to college and felt like after a semester away I no longer had a place at college. Outside of my fiance (we got engaged early in college), I felt like no one cared that I was home.
My dear friends did the best they could to help transition me back into "the Alma bubble" but it wasn't easy for me. Thankfully I made it through my last year of college, thanks mostly in part to this important group of people. They reminded me that they did care about me and still valued me as a person. They gave me the confidence to just relax and be myself when I was with them. It was something I needed after spending nearly every minute at "home" in Philly on edge.
What's the point of all this? I am trying to determine when I started to have so much less faith in myself and who I am as a person. When did the simple "comparing myself to others" become me feeling like I will NEVER measure up? I believe the lack of confidence developed during my semester in Philadelphia and my confidence just continued to deteriorate from there. I had a bad work experience after graduating college - I was laid off for unknown reasons (it still bothers me that he didn't have a good reason to let me go- the guy gave me a beaming letter of recommendation even). I fought my way through a tailspin of depression and found a retail job to pass the time until I got married.
Since then, my life has been a blur. Got married, moved to Indiana, bought a puppy, had a baby less than a year after we were married, bought a house, had a second baby, hubby changed jobs several times and I have worked a couple of part time type jobs just to do something to keep busy.
Since then, my life has been a blur. Got married, moved to Indiana, bought a puppy, had a baby less than a year after we were married, bought a house, had a second baby, hubby changed jobs several times and I have worked a couple of part time type jobs just to do something to keep busy.
Somewhere among all this I found the time to lose 125 pounds and take up running. I have tried to be the best mother I could be, the fastest runner I could be, the best everything. Unfortunately, it always ends up with me feeling like I just can't measure up to the people I see around me.
Someone will always be faster. Someone will always be thinner. Someone will always have a better body. Someone will always be a better mother. Someone will always have more dedication than me. Someone will always hate/dislike me. Someone will always have more friends than I do.
I can't be the only one who has done it - looked longingly at someone else and wondered "Why can't that be ME?" I know that these are unreasonable thoughts, that I am an individual and I should be proud of where I am now but there is still a part of me that just can't "be happy."
Anyone have any pointers on how to center your thoughts on what you have accomplished? How do you stop comparing yourself to others?