Envy
This morning. I envied. Women on the bus. Not one woman. But half a dozen of them.
When I see photos of myself. I think. I do not know this woman. This can’t be my skin. Except for that tattoo. That’s definitely mine. She is not me. And I am not her.
Women absorb somewhere along the line an envy of other women. Sometimes friends. And sometimes strangers. Why?
posted by Lucia @ 6:59 AM
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I dealt with an eating disorder and it took me a long time to not envy women who are thinner than me. Sometimes I still do it. It's so silly because I'm not a big girl but I feel like one sometimes. I don't evny skin. I envy waist size. Sometimes. Not always. I'm working on it.
You shouldn't envy anyone - you are fabulous!
I think this issue is really one of "the grass is always greener." You know, "If I had her hair, life would be better," or, "If I looked good in bermuda shorts, I would be so happy," or, "I bet she has a lovely cashmere collection and a big closet to organize it all."
It's hard not to do that stuiff when society worships beauty, cool perfection, and ease of these things to boot.
I always remind myself, whenever I find myself envying someone else I don't know anything about, that they might have a houseful of terrible secrets, or a headful of pain, or a life they wish to change. Because you never really know. And then I feel a bit better about my own ste of being. It may not be "perfect," but I made it.
I agree with susan, it is always a case of the grass is always greener.
This world would be pretty boring if we were all the same. But I would still KILL for nice, long, thin legs. :)
I know this is going to sound really weird... maybe not authentic even.. but I am not envious of other women.
One of the things I was asked to do in a weight loss program was to find a picture of a woman I thought looked ideal.
Well, believe it or not, I chose Valerie Plame. (We're talking bodies here, not ideology. LOL) In the long run though, it didn't help me any. She's pretty and all that... but it's hard to compare me to her, her to me, you to her, you to me, etc.
We're all too different.
Peace,
~Chani
I envy women all the time. Not just ones that look like models either. This one's light brown skin. This one's large green eyes. The job that one has. The clothes this one wears. The beautiful children that one made...
I imagine we'll never be quite happy with what WE have.
i think we are, even as strong or as diligent as we try to be, afflicted by the media and values of our society.
and on a lighter note, i know i simply appreciate beauty. and it's a fine line between appreciating and wanting, isn't it?
I can tell from here that you're beautiful.
Oh. I know that feeling. Why is it one look at someone can bring it on?
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