What is your jean size? This has been on my mind a lot lately as I have recently started hitting the gym (go ahead and laugh, I am too). Seriously though, my jean size has been floating around my head like stars as if I'm a cartoon character who was just hit over the top of the head. Which, maybe that's what I need to forget about this size situation?
Do you guys understand how difficult it is to be content with my body when all day I am constantly exposed to size one, bleach blonde, tanned skinned Instagram models? I know, I know- I could always just turn the social media off and go about my life. Buuuuut we all know that's just not how it works for a ~millennial~. Seeing these pictures are just a part of life, and it's something I am slowly learning to cope with.
I recently had a super important internship interview that would be detrimental to my future career. During the hour long interview you know what was never asked? Hey Morgan, what's your jean size? Not. One. Time. The owner wanted to know how I approach content creation and who I looked up to in my life.. she questioned me about my previous work experience and my thoughts on website structures. She could have cared less about my size, because it was my ability to create, produce, and promote content that landed me the internship.
I'm not going to throw the "it's what's on the inside that counts" blah blah blah at you, because I know it is going to go through one ear and right out the other. But it really is true. There are far more important things to worry about than comparing your waist to that of someone who gets paid to live at the gym. If you're breezing through life with a smile on your face, who cares what your jean size is? Look in the mirror and love what you see. :)
-morg
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