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A Scary Case of Comparis-Itus
My name is Sandie and I suffer with Comparis-Itus.
It’s hit me hard this week. I forgot to stay in my lane. I got so focused on what was going wrong in my life that I got easily distracted and started looking around me at the successes of others and comparing their curated perfection to the skewed version of my own reality.
Performative Love in the Body Confidence Arena
As a disabled person, and someone with multiple chronic illnesses, I have become somewhat wary of the seemingly helpful trend to love your body for its performance instead of its looks.
I did it! Winner of the PourMoi Ambassador Scheme, 2021
What happens when you leap? When you take the chance and focus on the goal and not on whether or not there is a net underneath you? When you stop letting other people’s judgement of you get in the way of what you want to do and start to really believe in yourself?
What happens then? Magic, that’s what.
Hey, Trauma? The party’s over you can leave now, ok!
It’s occurred to me, as I try to minimise the impact of this latest re-traumatising event, that no matter how much we heal we might just have to accept that our past may always creep into our present and sit on our chest stealing our breath away like a childhood monster from under the bed. And this may not be news to you but it is for me because I thought that I’d done it, you know, healed that trauma. Ticked it off the list and moved on. So it came as a bit of a shock to find that it still had the power to bring me to my knees.