Joy Theif

A wise man (most of the sources I have found suggest it was Theodore Roosevelt) once said, "comparison is the thief of joy" truer words have been spoken, sure. But these are a close second and dear to my heart. I am always so sad when I compare myself, and yet it is something I relentlessly do.

I almost didn't post this picture. As I have said before, it is pictures, not the mirror, I loathe so much. This particular picture was actually, pretty good. My hair looked good, my belly wasn't huge, and I like my boots, brand new Nicole dress and my chambray shirt more than almost any other clothing I own.

But all my eye could see was the terrible double chin poking out the bottom of my face. "What a nasty looking lady"

It's such an unhealthy thing to think about yourself, and here I was, with my finger hovering over the post button thinking deeply about it. Post or not.

I didn't.

I didn't the next day either.

Or the next day.

But finally, I decided that I need to get over myself. It was a pretty decent picture.

No, posting the picture didn't bring me joy: my joy isn't found in posting a picture or getting likes on it: my joy is found in Christ. But joy can so quickly become damped when I begin to compare myself, in any regard.

"I want her _____(hair, wardrobe, body, boyfriend, family, job, church, car, phone, etc.)" the list is a black hole.

Stop comparing yourself, because when you do, you simply steal your own joy.