I read this the other day. A woman’s idea of hell is an off white dressing room with a harsh fluorescent light overhead. One whole wall is mirror. No, wait….make that THREE walls so you can get all kinds of good angles! And, the tiny little attendant brings you oh-so-cute outfit after oh-so-cute outfit, each a size…maybe two…too small. And she does this for, like….EVER!

I went out yesterday and tried on dresses for my high school reunion. I’ve had a picture in my mind of what I wanted and what it would look like on me. Let’s just say, I have a very VIVID imagination. Even after losing 35 pounds, I STILL don’t have the body of a much younger me. As Trainer Paul said, after I walked the Quincy Hill steps NINE times…”Ginny…I hate to burst your bubble. You may FEEL quite young at heart, but your knees are…in fact…chronologically 63 years old.” And, so…apparently is my body.

Do I feel bad about it? Oh, maybe I’m a little disappointed that I wasn’t more realistic in my expectations. But, you know what? I’ve lost weight. I’m much more toned. I look pretty darned good. Not “pretty darned good for my age” or “better than a lot of other women”. That’s comparing and indicates insecurity and a sense of competition, neither of which applies to me.

Other women are not my competition. We’re here to lift each other up, not try to outdo each other.

But, still…dressing rooms suck!

❤️

“Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.”

Hebrews 4:16 NIV