I was looking through my Instagram feed and am always overwhelmed by the number of "motivational fitness" posts that show ladies taking pictures of their biceps, or showing their toned bellies. Am I the only one that has noticed the irony of the motivational posts always leading to comparison and discouragement? I've never been one to be motivated through shame (I hear it works for dogs though).
I was running at the gym and when the sun sets the windows become giant mirrors. (Okay..so where you are supposed to look when you are running right in front of them? You feel vain if you look at yourself, you feel like a creeper if you watch everyone else...) I couldn't help but notice my reflection in the window and my first instinct was to compare myself to the pictures online and to beat myself up over not being strong enough, toned enough, fast enough...the list goes on and on.
I heard God's voice say "stop." I forced myself to look at myself differently. I took my focus off of my inadequacies and instead looked at my eyes. In those eyes I saw someone that was strong, I saw someone that was determined, I saw someone that was pushing through the hard times, I saw someone who was rising above and for the first time in a long time....I was proud of that person.
Are we allowed to be proud of ourselves? I've always been one to push myself to do more, to expect more, to want more. I have always lived in fear that if I allowed myself to be proud (or heaven forbid even like myself), that somehow I would become lazy, or prideful.
As women we have this tendency to find our worth or our strength in our accomplishments and our to-do lists. We measure the quality of our day by the number of check marks and we place our worth on whether or not our lists measures up to everyone else's. The lists never end and someone always seems to accomplish something new or something more (thank you Pinterest)...the cycle always continues.
I was standing on that treadmill and I just decided that I was tired of living defeated,
I was tired of constant comparison and the overwhelming fear of not being enough.
I was weary of beating myself up and forcing myself to do more.
I simply wanted to take a deep breath, smile and feel like I was enough at that very moment.
When you are looking in the mirror---begin to look at yourself differently. Your strength does not come in toned biceps or a defined belly---your strength comes from the sparkle in your eye that says I am Enough, I can do this, I can conquer this, I will not give up.
You have worked really hard to get where you are today. Many prayers, sweat, and tears have gone into getting you to where you stand right at this moment, and while it doesn't mean that your journey is done or that you don't have room to grow, it does mean that its okay to be proud of the eyes that look back at you in the mirror.
You are stronger than you think.
So in this new year of goals and lists...make sure to put at the top of your list to be true to YOU.
Find the right motivation and pay more attention to the sparkle in your eyes then your shape or size.
You are Enough...
Isaiah 40:31
but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.