Very recently, one of my very good friends (originally from LighterLife) gave me some fantastic advice. She said, quite clearly, "compare and despair" - in response to yet another one of my desperate emails about where I was in life (well, strictly speaking, where I wasn't) and why was everything soooooo hard. At the heart of every sentence lay one key theme - comparison with others. I was measuring myself against Alpha females (for work) and super fertile females (for family - lack of) and on and on and on. I don't want to be an Alpha female (really, I don't) but I like to beat myself up fairly regularly about my lack of career - even more so since last year's employment disaster. And then there's the infertility, which, however much you dress it up, feels like failure every single month. And sometimes even twice a month, just for extra kicks (from my screwed up cycle).
Because, Peridot, this is what I want to share with you - comparing yourself with others means that you don't see all the good bits about you. And all the good things - friendships and relationships - that you have created. The weight issue is complicated because you have the extra condition to factor in - while others can seemingly dine on fine wine and gourmet food, your body wants you to survive on the calorific intake and diet of a rabbit. Well, that's not fair, in anybody's book. Interesting, if you read one of the recent posts from Refuse to Regain, entitled True Confessions of a Once Thin Person, it seems that even thin people can't eat what they like. Not really. Not in the end.
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