Why are we as women, especially mothers, our own worst enemy? Why do we feel it necessary to bring each other down? This is something I will never understand, and see more than ever since being in the gym. It's a topic that's been heavy on my mind recently. Why does it all need to be a competition? Why can't we encourage eachother through our ups and downs, instead of bringing eachother down? I knew at some point, someone would voice an opinion about me posting about my weightloss. I knew it'd get on plenty of people's nerves and it was inevitible that it would be spoken about. I was prepared for this from people who didn't know me well, because surely the people that have been in my life for a long time would be proud of me; happy for the place I'm at in my life.
I am so proud to see my friends getting healthier, losing weight and making postive changes in their lives. To know I'm even a tiny part of that is pretty incredible. I'm proud of those that don't need/want to do that at this time. I want to encourage all of the women in my life to be the best version of themselves, no matter what that may be. Distorted body image is REAL and affects most women I know. We all have the hardest time loving ourselves and being comfortable in our own skin, what is the point in hurting someone else for your own gain?
We ALL struggle, whether you're a stay at home mom, work out of the home mom, single, married, whatever it may be. We all have some battle we are fighting 99.9% of the time. It may be work, stress, marriage, friendship, weight and the list goes on and on. Why increase that battle? The moment that you feel that YOUR struggle is greater than any other, or the day that you think YOUR life is perfection over someone elses, you may want to reevaluate.
Let me clarify now, and say, if you think you know ME just from my Facebook activity, you would be incorrect. Sure, I post frequently, I love seeing the people I love and the people I miss. Feeling like I'm closer to my brother, sister in law, neice, cousins and old friends, than I really am. But if your basing your opinion on someone's life, from their Facebook pictures and status, you may want to take a break from it for a while.
My family is my LIFE. I am so proud of the life we are creating for these little humans we're responsible for. We've finally found a great balance between work, eachother (Mr. Coburn and I), family time AND time for the gym. Thankfully they love going to the gym with us. My oldest even takes a class a couple of days a week and asks constantly when it's time again for it. We are slowly but surely showing them a healthy way of life. One that I hope we can carry on to instill in them the importance of it all. And hopefully I'll be around a heck of alot longer, simply because of the changes I've been making. This is what is working for OUR FAMILY. What works for me may be completely opposite of what works for you, and that is OKAY. The moment that someone chooses to question my role as a mother, THAT is the moment when the conversation is over. For good.
As I get older and get more and more comfortable in WHO I AM, the drama and bullshit is less and less of a priorty. Heck at this point, it means nothing. My family and a very small group of people are what matters. Only in a perfect world would we stop the entitled, mean, dramatic bullshit. Don't worry, I know that's not going to happen today, or in my lifetime for that matter. That's okay, I'll just choose the important people in my life wisely. The day Mr. Coburn comes to me and tells me I am <insert crappy insult here>, is the day I'll worry. The rest of the drama, I don't have time for that in my life.
Today, give another woman a compliment and stop yourself before you decide its worth it to put someone down. I promise its not.
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