Act I, Scene I
My living room
A woman stopped by to discuss ward business.
Woman: beautiful hair, perfect makeup, gorgeous skin, gorgeous clothes, carrying a Gucci bag and talking on an iPhone
Me: didn't do my hair, no makeup, a zit on my chin that won't go away, a shirt I have had for 14 years, and capris that make me feel frumpy
We had a lovely chat, and after she left, my husband said, "Your body language suggested that you didn't like her at all." (I had never met her before yesterday.) After thinking this through for a moment, I realized it was because I felt so gross and ugly compared to her that I didn't even want to look her in the eye.
Scene II
on the phone with a friend
This friend happens to be a friend of the aforementioned woman. I didn't know this. I mentioned that she is so beautiful and perfect and I am perfectly slovenly compared to her. My friend laughed and laughed. I asked, "What?" She replied, "This woman told me she was so intimidated by you because you seem so well put together." WHAT?!? I said, "I'm not put together. I'm falling apart!"
Moral(s) of the story: Don't compare your worst self with someone else's best self. Don't judge people based on appearances. Just be yourself.
Act II, Scene I
In our bedroom after Christian came home from work
Christian, Ethan and I were talking about how Ethan is doing in school. Then Ethan mentioned this:
"There is a poster on our school wall that says Sept. 26 is picture day. And then a few days after that or something is a day where girls get to wear makeup."
I said, "Makeup? For elementary school girls?"
Ethan said, "It's on the same poster as the picture day."
Then it hit both of us at the same time. "OH. Picture day is this Friday, and makeup day for pictures is a few weeks later." We had to explain to Ethan what that meant. He thought all of the girls got to wear makeup that day.
Moral of the story: If your 5 year old can read, that doesn't mean he understands everything that he reads.
Thursday, September 25
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I always think that people who are comfortable looking with messy, almost like they made it that way on purpose hair, and comfy clothes look like people I want to be. Because they don't care about appearances, they care about being themselves.
Andrew and I had this conversation just yesterday. Why can't we just realize that no one is better than any one else, and that we shouldn't ever let ourselves feel that someone is better?
That is too funny erin!! Ethan story and yours. You are so right it is not good to judge ourselves with other people.
hey--i don't care how old you are or how put together you are, there are always those people who look like they stepped out of a salon. and those of us who DON'T.
and my body language is always gonna say the same thing that yours does--we're women! that's how we roll...
Love the first one. Something I need to remember for sure.
Oh that's so funny! And I'm so not surprised, and it's so cute and psychologisty of your husband to notice your body language.
OK, I have to admit, I could have been your archnemesis. I tend to wear pretty nice clothes to work, and I had to do my visiting teaching right after work. I even had my lovely designer bag with me, and I was super self-conscious about it. I didn't know if I should leave it in the car, or take flats with me, etc.
I didn't want to make any of the women feel uncomfortable!
Note to self, I will leave my bag in the car and take crappy shoes with me.
BOTH very good lessons to learn!
Loved reading this!
I love it! This was a fun post. So awesome to find out that you seemed put-together to your fancy-pants friend and not frumpy at all!
When I first met you, I immediately thought of you as confident and fun and cute as can be.
P.S. You know, I totally think of myself as frumpy and un-cute. Mostly, I don't mind it. I enjoy not dying my hair and not feeling fat in the latest fasions, but once in awhile I feel...I don't know, like I'm the weird girl or something.
I'm sure others think I'm just fine and dandy. It's funny what you talk yourself into, isn't it?
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