Why do we always compare ourselves to other people? Why do we always say, “I wish I was like …” or “I wish I could … like …” Why can’t we just be happy with the way we are or the way we look? Why do we always have to have what someone else has got?
It is crazy isn’t it? This thought of mine hasn’t been plucked from thin air; it’s something that I very often do myself. I first started thinking about this the other day. I had a lot of lovely, lovely gifts from my birthday and some money to spend too, so naturally, I wanted to share all these lovely things with all my readers. However, if I was to blog about these things, we would be here for days. So, I decided to trial what all the cool kids are doing and ‘vlog’ about all the lovely things I got, not really to put out there (as I wouldn’t want to vlog whilst being a teacher, I don’t think that’s the best idea) but just because I was curious and so many other people were doing it. Anyway, I was stunned, it was absolute rubbish; the camera angle was all wrong, I wasn’t looking at the camera, I looked really shy and I didn’t really sound like I knew what I was talking about. When I watched it back, I was gutted. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t planning on doing anything with it, like publishing it or anything but I was hoping to be rather good at it. Well, I wasn’t! I kept thinking, I wish I could be like Zoella, have Zoella’s lovely lifestyle and do her job but why? Vlogging just isn’t my thing right now, but blogging is. Why do I so desperately want to be like someone else when everything I have in my life is perfectly perfect?
It stems a lot from the media I think. What we see, read and watch in the media makes the lives of others seem so desirable; models in magazines, brilliant actresses winning loads of awards. I mean, why wouldn’t you want to be winning a lot of awards and have people telling you how brilliant you are? What we forget is when the cameras are off, when the film stops rolling, more often than not, some of those people are very lonely and very unhappy. Yet, we still want to be those people; we still aspire to live their lives.
The thing is though, we’re not those people and we never will be. We are us. I am me and you are you and if we spend our time wishing we looked differently and wanting to live different lives, we’ll be busy ignoring the lives we have and not making the most of all of our time. It has taken me a little while to get to where I am today and to be comfortable, as me but I can safely say I am. I no longer wish to be as popular as so and so or as smart as someone else. I am very happy being me. I am not saying that I think I am so perfect, I am so lush and I am so super brainy that I don’t need to be inspired by others. I am still very much inspired by other people out there; famous people, friends, authors etc, I am, but I am at a point now where I realise that I am the way I am and unless I make sure I am happy with that, I would be chasing the impossible.
There are parts of my body that I wish I could sometimes make look different, that’s inevitable. However, I am not unrealistic, I don’t set myself unachievable goals and if I do do any dieting/exercise, I do it for me. Not because I think someone would prefer it if I looked/acted like a certain someone else.
I think we live in a world where we are forced to believe in ideals; an ideal weight, an ideal look, an ideal way of working but I truly believe that if we just be the best WE can be and happy with it…that’s the most attractive thing we could do. Audrey Hepburn once said “happy girls are the prettiest” and she isn’t wrong. The sooner we shape up and learn to love the way we are, the sooner others will learn to love us too!