It’s 5pm, and all you want to do is collapse on the couch with a supersize portion of leftover spaghetti, but, instead, you do the right thing and drag yourself off to Pilates. No sooner have you found yourself a position close enough that you can see what you’re supposed to be doing but far enough from the instructor that you can get away with not doing it, and there she is, right in your line of vision – that skinny chick with the perfect bum and a killer rack (what’s with that?), whose life is probably one long episode of fabulousness. It’s enough to make you want to strangle yourself with your shoelace.
But, before you do, hear this: Ms Fabulosity probably has more issues than you could ever imagine. Yes, even more than you. And whatever her life might look like (not nearly as perfect as you imagine, by the way) it’s highly unlikely she’s happier. Why? Because, contrary to what you see and hear pretty much all the time, being skinny, gorgeous and loaded doesn’t cut it in the happiness stakes (read any celeb gossip lately?). Why? Because none of this means anything if you don’t like yourself. And losing five kilos, earning a bigger salary and driving a schmancy car won’t up the self-love stakes, either. But, here’s what might:
Like, gym girl. Sure, you might not see her when she stands sideways, but you have no idea what’s going on in her life. Maybe her mom is ill; maybe her fiancee is a serial cheater; maybe she has no idea what she wants to do with her life and cries herself to sleep at night. Don’t compare your ‘inside’ with other peoples’ ‘outside’ – everyone has problems, frustrations, and stuff they’re dealing with. Maybe she looks at you and thinks, ‘I bet she has a great job. Why am I so pathetic?’ Remember that thing about books and covers? It’s true. Be the best you can be, and forget about everyone else.