Good morning Team Rachel. I hope everyone has a blessed day.
I've been cutting my daughters' hair all their lives. Last night, my oldest was in a tizzy, which has happened the past few times I've cut her hair. Somehow, I just didn't get it quite right, and she gave exact orders on where, and how to cut it. No matter what I did, she was not happy. She showed me pictures of what she wanted. Nope, we can't do that now, because it's not long enough, but in a month or two, I could do it that way, since it was the exact cut she'd been wearing when she came home from KY. I was confused, since we changed the style on purpose. Finally, she was nearly in tears, and had me that way too, when she admitted, it wasn't exactly her hair cut that was the problem.
She was upset about her hair, her overall appearance, and ageing. She feels ugly. That's when it hit me, what a lot of her real problem was. I asked her "Who are you comparing yourself to, that makes you feel this way?" I already knew the answer. Remember, she's back in college. The "look" she was wanting was what she wore after high school, when she was going to University in KY. She didn't answer me at first, so I reworded my question. "Are you comparing yourself to the 19 - 23 year olds at the college?" Yes, she was. I told her I understood far more than she thought possible. She was my firstborn, and I was 30 when I had her. I was significantly older than all the mothers of children in her age group. At first, it bothered me too. One day, I realized I was making the wrong comparison.
I began asking myself, "What will these mothers look like in 6 - 10 years?" That changed the whole playing field. I began picturing them adding 8 - 10 years. I suggested she start picturing her classmates adding 10 years, and 3 kids. I reminded her that most of her classmates didn't have 3 kids, so they could spend an hour fixing their hair. She didn't have that kind of time to spend on her hair, so she would wear it in a ponytail, with a headband. I hated that, and suggested something easier to care for. While it's not the style she wore in college, it's not "old" looking, and it doesn't take her an hour to make it look nice. Next time she goes to class, and sees the gal that looks so well put together, imagine her in your shoes with 3 kids, and little time to put into her looks.
The reason I shared this, there are times, I too think everyone around me looks so much better, or are more capable than I am. Then I picture them having gone through the things I've endured. This might help some of you. Instead of comparing yourself to others, compare what they'd look, or be like if they had gone through what you have endured in life. Feel better about yourself, and who you are.