They say comparison is the thief of joy. (Who are “they,” anyway? And where do “they” come up with all these clever sayings? I digress…already. Typical.)
The point is, I agree. (Well, somewhat…but more on that later.) I agree in theory, but, as with most of “their” clever sayings, this one is so much easier to say and think about than to actually believe and live into it.
I KNOW…I know, I know, I know that I’m not supposed to compare myself to others. My rational, logical brain repeats the phrase to me regularly in an annoying old schoolmarm voice.
But there’s another voice, too. An insidious, evil little bitch of a voice in my head that sometimes just won’t shut the hell up.
“You’re the fattest person in the room. No one is going to like you here,” she whispers into my ear at a party.
“That Tuff Girl can do unassisted pull ups! You’ll never be able to do those. You’re too heavy. You’ll ALWAYS be too heavy,” she scoffs during a workout.
“Look how ‘together’ that other mom is! She’s not running around from one place to the next like a crazy person, always five minutes late. SHE didn’t forget to turn in the money for the teacher’s gift. SHE sent in the permission slip on time,” she taunts me when I arrive, breathless and with metaphorically windblown hair to a school function.
(I told you she was an evil bitch.)
So yes, in all these instances, comparison IS stealing my joy by shifting my focus to negative and spotlighting the things I see as my weaknesses instead of strengths.
And today’s message has a story, of course. If you’ve been hanging around the FFG FB page, you might have noticed some new photos. I did something that terrified me and signed up for fitness shoot, and the pictures came back yesterday. I shared a few over there and will be doing some updating around here with the rest of them.
As I reviewed the photos, I got super excited. I saw progress in those photos. I saw confidence and empowerment and general badassery in myself. I was proud.
Two of my amazing friends also did the photo shoot and I was absolutely bowled over by their photos. Strong, confident, kickass women who I am so very lucky to call my friends.
But I did it, guys. I did that thing that I am not supposed to do. I compared. I compared my pictures to my friend Samantha’s, and in doing so, I lost some of the initial joy I felt at seeing my own pics.
Me: Wow, Samantha looks amazing!
Evil Bitch Voice in My Head: Better than you! Who were you kidding taking these pictures in the first place, fat girl?
Me: Shut up. We’ve both worked hard to make the progress we’ve made. We both deserve to feel awesome about these pictures.
Evil Bitch Voice in My Head: OK, sweetheart. You keep telling yourself that. But I’ll be HONEST…nobody wants to see your pictures when they could look at someone like Samantha.
And on goes the battle. I fight this battle every day, sometimes every minute. And it’s a hard battle, for sure, with casualties on my heart that are tough to overcome.
But I’m not giving up on it. I’m going to keep fighting until I silence that noxious little bitch for good.
And here’s something else I’m working toward: a type of comparison that ADDS joy instead of stealing it…because there are some kinds of comparisons that can do that, which is why I only somewhat agree with the statement I opened this post with.
What I mean by that (incredibly convoluted) idea is this: when I compare who I am today with who I used to be, I can draw confidence, strength and joy from how far I’ve come, instead of a cancerous focus on how far I still have to go.
Comparisons like this one:
This comparison shows the difference three years makes. My guesstimate would be about 45lbs of fat lost (including, apparently, an entire chin), and a ton of muscle and self-confidence gained.
But beyond that piece, more subtle–but to me, far more important–differences shine through in my posture, my expression, and my attitude in each picture.
The first one shows me leaning forward a little, with my shoulders raised up a little bit…clearly uncomfortable with having my picture taken. My smile seems to be trying to overcompensate for my utter lack of confidence. I distinctly remember having this photo taken, and the discomfort I felt at that moment about the way I looked. I hated being in pictures. I hated being in my body, and it showed.
In fact, at one point I showed that old photo to my friend Samantha. I also distinctly remember her response when she saw it: “That is not the same person I know today. I don’t know who that person is.”
Compared to this new picture, she is absolutely right. It is me, but a completely different version of me who had no idea how awesome she was and could be.
By contrast, the current photo shows my unwavering gaze, my firm, confident posture–chest out, shoulders back–and how at-home I feel with some heavy weights in my hands.
THIS is the me of today. THIS is the kind of comparison I need to be making, and the kind of comparison I am going to keep bringing myself back to, no matter how hard it is.
So take THAT, evil bitch voice in my head! You are going down.
*Special thanks to Samantha for letting me share her pictures and talk about how amazing she looks in a very public forum. I continue to be so grateful to have you in my life for so many reasons. Heart.
*All fitness shoot photos (ie, all the pics here except for my hideous “before” shot) are credited to the very amazing Eric Brushett. Any weird stretching or photographic wonkiness should be entirely blamed upon my amateurish attempts to create collages, and not Eric’s mad photography skills.
I luff you. SO MUCH!
The luff is mutual, my friend.
Tears. As usual, you’re saying the exact same stuff I say to myself. I didn’t do the photoshoot because “how could Eric make “THIS” look good?” Well… now I know. Thanks for being brave & doing it. You have inspired me to do it soon. Oh and by the way… F*** that evil bitch!!
Tracy, it was so empowering. I really recommend the experience and know you will totally rock it!!!
I have been following your blog! I was wanting to start up a similar FB page for myself and I stumbled upon yours. Your doing great, looking great, and I am looking in a mirror when I read your stuff and look at your photos! Fat girls can be fit and I am one to prove it as well as you! Good luck on your journey to healthiness, fitness, and happiness. ps cute hair in your resent photo 🙂
Thanks for reading and for your kind words, Kristine! Keep up the awesome work on your fitness journey. We rock! 🙂
Steph you never cease to amaze, amuse and inspire me. Those pics really do justice to how awesome you look! Thanks for your insight and for sharing your journey.
Thanks, Julie. I am ever so glad to have you along for the ride. ❤