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Stop Comparing And Just Be YOU

I'm flattered when other women tell me they want to look like or be like me, but I can't help but cringe at the same time. Because the thing is, we should never strive to look like someone else. What we should strive for is to be the best version of ourselves that we can be.

I used to obsess over fitness model's bodies and wanted to look just like them, until I realized that I was chasing after something that was unattainable. I realized that I can't compare myself to women who have completely different body types than me. I became so much happier when I stopped comparing myself to other women.

We all have different body types, genetics, proportions, etc, and some things we'll never be able to change, no matter what we do. For example, I've never had a tiny waist or shredded abs. My arms and legs can be super lean, but my abs don't show much unless I am at a very unhealthy body fat percentage. While on the other hand, I've seen many women who have very visible abs at a higher body fat percentage than me, because they hold most of their fat in their leg and hips. They are the ones who have a hard time leaning out their lower bodies. We are all so different, and that's totally okay! How boring would it be if we were all just carbon copies of each other?


If  we constantly compare ourselves to other people and wish we looked like them, then we'll always be discouraged and dissatisfied with ourselves.We can only do the best with what we have! There will always be things that we don't like about ourselves, but instead of fixating on those things, why not focus on the things we DO like about ourselves?

And remember, there is more to life than your physical appearance. There's more to life than 6 pack abs or bulging muscles. There is more to life than obsessing over the scale, or stressing over macros. You were created and put here on this Earth for a purpose, and I don't believe that purpose is striving for the "perfect body"...whatever that even is! Yes, we should be healthy and take care of our bodies, but don't miss out on living life to the fullest on something that doesn't even last.


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