When I joined an online group of mostly women writers, I was hesitant to participate. My insecurities begged me to remain anonymous.
I was a wannabe writer at the bottom of a list of wonderful women who could write profound and life-changing words. I was convinced my mediocre writing would fall into a forgotten abyss.
Many of the writers who joined the group after me have described the same feelings – doubt in their abilities and fear of not measuring up to everyone else.
These insecurities are not limited to my writer friends. I see it in women everywhere. We question our own abilities and compare ourselves to others. We constantly worry about our weight, age, hair color and even our height. We doubt and fear that we do not belong.
God created each of us different on purpose. Some of us can create a beautiful masterpiece out of paper, scissors and glue while some of us can sing like an angel. It does not make one greater than the other, but we convince ourselves that it does.
When I was in grade school, those differences did not matter. But that changed in junior high when we begin to notice the differences in each other.
