When another mom spends a lot of time on her makeup, hair, and what she wears and it starts to make me feel less than or ugly, I will remember to appreciate it rather than push against it. Even when I start to feel anger or resentment toward her, I will step back and remember we all love taking in beautiful things and creating lovely works of art. Maybe for us it’s painting, building furniture, or taking pictures out in nature. Maybe for her, her skin, hair, and body are her palette.
When her sweet tone with her kids out in public makes me want to roll my eyes and assume she doesn’t experience hardship with her kids or other relationships. Remember this: Even the kindest of souls experience the harshest of worlds.