THE GIRL WHO'S JUST... BETTER

You know how people say you shouldn't compare yourself? Well, that's easier said than done. Alright, I'll get straight to the point. There's this girl at school, and I cannot stop comparing myself to her. Let’s call her… Emma. She’s the type of girl who always manages to look effortlessly beautiful even if she's just rolled out of bed. She's got it all: smooth skin, a slim figure and she's just so... perfect.

It seems like she can do everything I can do and everything I can't do. For instance, she can dance (which I totally stink at doing), she has a good voice (I have a really nice voice too but I can't help but think that hers is better than mine) and she can take perfect pics of herself without even trying while it takes almost an hour to take one good picture of myself.

It's like every time I see her I automatically start comparing myself to her. She walks by and suddenly I’m questioning my life choices. I catch myself thinking: How does she always look so put together? She probably falls out of bed looking like she stepped out of a magazine.

And you know what's worse? She's actually nice. It would have been much easier if she had been mean. I wouldn't say that she's a people lover though, she just kinda minds her business. She's not one of those pretty girls who just can't mind her business. She usually avoids drama. Sometimes I just wish she was mean. It would make it a lot easier for me to secretly dislike her.

Most days, I find myself constantly wondering what Emma would do in certain situations and trying to copy her. When I get dressed in the morning, I think about how she might style her outfit and try to copy her. I tried to act as graceful and fragile as her, hoping it would make me feel more like her.

But the thing is, I don’t even know if Emily has it all figured out. I mean, maybe she has bad days too. Maybe her smooth skin actually involves five different products and avoiding a lot of things. Or maybe she’s insecure about something I don’t even notice. After all, we’re all humans, aren't we?

I guess what I’m trying to say is… comparing myself to Emma isn’t doing much for either of us. After all, she’s got her thing, and I’ve got mine. And maybe I’ll still have those days where I see her and think, Wow, she’s got it all together. But I’m learning to remind myself that we're all humans and we're certainly not perfect, and that’s okay. After all, we’re all just trying to figure it out, right?