Actually, "Then Meredith Said..." would be appropriate for the title of this blog (and maybe a few more).
I was 15, she was 17 (or something like that), and there I sat, staring down the pages of a Seventeen magazine. I wanted to be Krissy Taylor. Or rather, look like her. In bounces my sister, who uncharacteristically plops herself down right next to me.
You will never look like her, she said.
You will never LOOK LIKE her.
And off she went.
I have told this story many times to many people over the years, because it is an important scene in my story of being at peace in my own skin. And almost always, the reaction of these ladies in my life is something like, "Oh. I'm sorry. Yuck. That's mean...," with sympathy in their eyes.
Its interesting, because, even then and there, in my teenage brain/body/soul, although feeling somewhat caught, somehow I felt a little more free.
What She WAS NOT Saying: You will never feel good about your body. You will never be beautiful.
What She WAS Saying: You will always have your body. You will always be your brand of beauty.
And somehow, whether she intended it or not, I was freed up. Gone with comparison, on with collecting. Gone with competing, on with connecting.