I wonder, sometimes, how many times I will have to see, hear, tell myself this before it really sinks in…
It’s impossible to do EVERYTHING, but it always seems that there’s someone who can manage to have every aspect of their life together so why can’t you? What’s wrong with you, that you can’t do all those things?
The real answer is nothing, and while that’s simple to understand it’s hard to really believe.
“I never feel good enough,” my classmate said. “I always feel like my friends are doing more impressive things than I am. No matter what I do, I always feel inadequate.”
It was the last session of class for the semester, and the tone had become intimate and confessional. The professor nodded. “Okay. Who else feels that way?”
I raised my hand and timidly looked around me. The class was mostly women, including ones I greatly admired – women I had compared myself to before raising my hand. Every single hand was raised.
At that moment, I felt both huge relief and deep sadness. Relief in realizing that I wasn’t alone, and sadness that so many others must feel the same overwhelming pressures that I did to meet an unreachable standard.
The second semester of my junior year, coming back from a semester abroad and feeling isolated…
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