Whenever I’m happy and feeling fine, comparison settles on me like a heavy blanket – “but you’re so fat” it reminds me “not thin like other girls” “your book contract is a Hybrid deal – not a traditional one – so you’re not a real author” it whispers insistently “not like other REAL writers” “Why are you so freaking lazy?” it asks “When other girls are running and climbing, hiking and running their own multi-million dollar businesses…here you are in bed…and broke AF”
…and on and on it goes.
So I’m going to try my hardest NOT to compare myself or what I’m doing to others.
Maybe that will mean I’ll even get some joy back in my life, huh?
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