Comparing. Stop it.

It’s scrolling through Instagram at “pretty” girls and then looking in the mirror just to be disgusted with the face looking back at you.

It’s dieting and working out like crazy to look good in your bikini for the pool party next week.

It’s wishfully looking at someone’s Mercedes and then realizing that your mini van has 2 smashed windows and a broken AC.

It’s comparison. Ugly, huh? Comparison is something that we all deal with on a day to day basis, whether we realize it or not. That last part is huge. It’s something that has become so natural that sometimes we don’t even realize we’re doing it. But you know what? We better realize we’re doing it because here’s the truth: comparison is dangerous. It’s defeating. And ultimately, it’s a no win situation.

Comparison is the basic idea that we use other people to judge how “good” we are. It’s losing 10 pounds and feeling fantastic just to find out Sally lost 11. It’s feeling proud of yourself for getting an A on your test until Johnny shouts out he got an A+. It’s believing that we are not good enough. Or skinny enough. Or smart enough. Or funny enough. Or anything enough. And this has led me to the point where I just want to shout out: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!!

You are good enough. You are skinny enough. You are smart enough. You are funny enough. And you know what? Even if you weren’t, you would still be enough. You know why? Because the God of the Heavens and the Earth created you and He does not make mistakes. You are not a mistake.

You see, God thinks you are perfect in His eyes. And if the creator of the universe thinks that, why does it really matter what other people think of you? What you think of you? There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. You are perfect. Flawless. You are ENOUGH.

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” -Psalm 139:13-14

“But you see Tatum, I’m not perfect”

“If I just was a little prettier. If I just didn’t have acne. If I just had a better job. Or a better car. Or a better house. I’ll be okay once I lose ten pounds. I’ll be okay once I get that diploma. Or get that promotion. You see, one day I’ll be okay. One day I’ll be enough. If only…”

You know what I have to say to that? If only you could see yourself as God sees you. If only you could see the blessings right in front of you. You have legs that walk and lungs that breathe. You have eyes that see and ears that hear. You have a body, a house, a car. No, you may not have a six pack. Or a mansion. Or a Mercedes. But it’s time to start focusing on what you do have instead of what you don’t. I know that sounds cliche but it’s the only way to beat comparison. Once you realize that who you are and what you have is enough, you won’t be concerned with others.

I think we all can agree that comparison doesn’t feel good. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve sat on Instagram for hours wishing that I looked like the girls I see in pictures. And the funny thing is, I CHOOSE to do this. I choose to go on social media where I am constantly bombarded with images that are fake and edited and not real. Of course I’m going to feel like crap after that. Before too long I’m sitting there wishing I had a better body or clearer skin or cuter clothes. I quickly fall into a downward spiral of self pity and feeling like I’m not good enough. I have to catch myself before it gets out of control and I have to stop right then and remind myself of the truth. God’s truth.

I am Tatum. I am a child of God. I was created by the Lord most high; a God who doesn’t make mistakes. These negative feelings I have right now are LIES. Lies that the Devil is trying to get me to believe. Lies that he wants to use to bring me down. But you know what? I know the truth. And even if I don’t “feel” beautiful, I know that I am simply because God personally made me. I am unique and special and perfect in God’s eyes. I am enough.

And so are you.


Hope you guys are having a great week! Stop comparing and start appreciating, okay? Love ya’ll