Stay In Your Lane

Ladies, we need to have a talk.

In our pursuit to be the flawless human beings we so helplessly aspire to be, we’ve fallen victim to one of the biggest human flaws of all: comparison.

Trust us, the girls at S&G know how it goes.

We’ve compared ourselves to those around us ever since we were little girls. We watched the possies of 8th grade “cool-girls” in elementary school with their long legs and mascara and wondered if we would ever look like them one day.

Some of us watched older sisters and friends play sports in high school and prayed that we would be as athletic and talented and popular as them when it was our turn to be teenagers.

When we entered college at the ripe and vulnerable age of 18, it was easy to feel like every girl we passed on campus or sat next to in class had something that we didn’t.

Now that we’re all “grown up,” we’ve finally realized these feelings never really go away. We don’t get to outgrow them like we do braces or bad haircuts. They linger in our souls and often overstay their welcome, planting weeds in our minds where there should be flowers.

Let us hit you with a hard truth: Yes, that girl has things you don’t. In fact, she has a lot of things you don’t. But that’s the point.

We weren’t all created to be the same. The Lord didn’t create a single two people in the history of this planet to be the same. He crafted each us, all the hundreds of billions of us by hand, with time, thought and precision.

Yet in the middle of the chaos that is life, we sometimes forget how truly special and amazing and unique and talented and beautiful we each are. We forget these things and instead feel ordinary, lost and worthless.

You are not worthless. God does not make worthless things.

He didn’t create us to be valued by our dress size, the whiteness of our teeth, the fullness of our hair or the thickness of our wallets. Yet as women we feel the pressure to be defined by these things, as if these are the things that make us special.

So we scroll through Instagram and Facebook, double tapping and liking photos of women whose lives seem so glamorous and so much better than our own. They have perfect clothes, bodies, boyfriends, jobs, friends, social lives, vacations; the list goes on (and on and on).

One day, while scrolling our way deeper and deeper into this never ending sea of picture perfect women, drowning ourselves in feelings of inadequacy and insignificance, we came across a post that pulled us right back up to the surface and rescued us with the biggest gulp of fresh air our lungs could bear to hold.

“Stop wishing you had her life,” it said. “He died for yours too.”

How beautiful and encouraging it is to know that even in our darkest times of doubt, our messiest hair days and our most jagged moments of brokenness, Jesus thought we were worth dying for.

He didn’t die on the cross for the clothes in our closets or the amount of likes he hoped we would get on Instagram. He died for our souls, talents and our purposes; our purposes as women, friends, moms, sisters, mentors, creators and Christians.

Our time on this Earth is so fleeting and short, how laughable it is that we spend so much of it comparing apples to oranges, forgetting that in our individuality is where we find our beauty.

It is impossible to deny that there are so many beautiful, powerful, inspiring women around us. Stop denying it. Start celebrating it.

Learn to admire someone else’s beauty without questioning your own.

You are fearfully and wonderfully made. So is that mom at the grocery who seems to have it all together, that woman at the office who shows up every morning in the perfect outfit, the fitness lover at the gym with the slender frame and that jet setter on social media with the coolest pictures.

She is her, you are you and you are both created to be exactly who God wanted you to be. Stop letting the thief of comparison steal the rightful joy you should have in your own creation. Go forth and unapologetically celebrate your uniqueness and the quirks that make you you.

Because he died for you too.

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