‘Not good enough’

I always feel very sad when I look at social media and see photos of women who say they feel ‘not good enough’. Not funny enough. Not clever enough. Not pretty enough. Not thin enough. Not young enough. They feel they have no space in the social media world because their house isn’t tidy enough or doesn’t have all the latest things.

That is so sad, isn’t it? And such a waste of their lives, which should be happy and fulfilling.

What does it matter if they feel that they don’t quite fit in on social media? Because social media isn’t real life. It’s just a little glimpse into it – a glimpse of what people want you to see.

Thinking about all that, I was happy that I’ve never felt that way.

Until I remembered that I did used to feel that way. I actually felt that way for a long time. But this was before social media became the giant it is today, so I felt ‘not good enough’ in real life.

I used to go out to work in an office. I did that for 17 years, 15 of them at the same place. I loved that job day to day and I especially loved the people I worked with. They were the most fun people I’ve ever met and are still some of my favourite people in the world. They also supported me, valued me and had my back.

But sadly there were other people there too and I wasn’t good enough for them.

Because I was a mum and I was part-time. And whatever the policies say about equality, the reality is always that mums who are part-timers get looked down on by those in positions of power. In my experience, those in positions of power are always looking to catch you out, always waiting for you to slip-up, so they can make you feel like shit.

Part-timers get overlooked for promotions too. And it’s soul destroying, when you have experience and talent, to see people 10 years your junior being promoted into jobs you could do with your eyes shut. Just because they work full-time.

This was my life for many years. I accepted it for a long time, because I didn’t know any different. I didn’t realise how bad it was making me feel until I left.

A year or so later, I saw my old building and I experienced a real feeling of panic, which was totally unexpected to me.

Yet I could so easily have stayed there for the rest of my career, never feeling good enough, always in a state of anxiety and never knowing that I could have a better life.

Working for myself at home isn’t all perfect, but it’s 100 times better than that. Nobody is looking down on me. Nobody is judging me.

My other ‘not good enough’ was from friends. Not even friends on the whole. Just acquaintances that I foolishly would have liked to be friends.

Now we are comfortably off financially, but we weren’t when the kids were little. My husband was earning a lot less than he is now, we were paying nursery fees (for two kids for a lot of the time) and I was suffering from the shortfall in income due to maternity leave. We really had to watch the pennies.

Yet it seemed like, every time I looked out of the window, I would see other women in the village who seemed to be rubbing their wealth in my face. (They weren’t, of course, but that’s how it felt.) New clothes, new cars, kids looking immaculate, regular trips to the hairdresser…

And it felt like these women – some friends, some acquaintances, some I didn’t even know – were a little gang and I wasn’t a part of that. My kids went to the wrong playgroup. I wore the wrong clothes. I couldn’t afford just to go out for coffee and cake (even if they did invite me, which they didn’t). I was too quiet sometimes and too noisy at other times.

I wasn’t good enough.

Now most of these women have fallen off the radar. They’re not friends with each other any more. As it happens, I’m quite good friends with a couple of them. I just stayed true to myself, didn’t try to be someone I’m not and in time they realised that I’m worth knowing.

I’d like to think I didn’t just become worth knowing because we are better off now. I think I became worth knowing because I stopped worrying. I stopped caring what others thought. I am me and I’m not going to change to fit in.

I still wear the ‘wrong’ clothes. I still don’t go to the hairdresser.

But I am good enough. And if I’m not someone’s cup of tea, that’s fine.

So what changed for me?

I’m older and wiser for starters. There’s a big difference in being a 48-year-old mum of teenagers and adults compared to being a 34-year-old mum of small children. Everyone finds parenting teenagers different, but for me it’s a lot stressful than parenting small children. So if I’m less stressed, I’m less likely to worry about things that don’t matter and which I can’t change.

I also took myself out of situations which I found stressful (particularly working in the office), even though I didn’t fully understand how difficult I found it at the time.

I’ve also realised that, with the exception of spending time with my family, the only things I really enjoy in life are running and reading. So I do them a lot.

If you feel you’re ‘not good enough’, think about how you can take yourself out of a situation that is making you feel like that. Step back from social media. Move on from the friends who aren’t really friends.

And I know that it’s always hard to find time to do anything, but if you can find a bit of time to do things you enjoy, it will help to stop you worrying.

And maybe, like me, you will come to realise that you ARE good enough.

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Still got the wrong hair and the wrong clothes, but I’m good enough


Author: Sarah Mummy

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  1. I spent much of my teens and 20s feeling not good enough, an outsider. I felt that schoolfriend tollerated me, but no one really liked me.
    Its only as I entered my 40s that I really began to like myself. This coincided with finding a lovely fella who loves me for me as well, but I was learning to love myself anyway.
    Now of course I have a new me that I am going to have to learn to at least like. This is somewhat harder, because the temptation is always there to compare post covid Tracey with the one I was before and there are a lot of things the new me simply cant do any more.
    But I’m slowly getting there with help. And those schoolfriends who I thought tollerated me in my teens, several of them are still good friends now and I know they really do like me.

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    • I’m so glad that you started to like yourself in the end and it’s good to hear that those friends actually are friends.
      It must be hard becoming post Covid Tracey and learning to understand yourself and like yourself all over again, but it sounds like you’re getting there!

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  2. I love this. And I wonder if you went back to that office now, whether you would stand for less of their nonsense? I have had a couple of run-ins at work and I actually find them quite empowering these days because I know how to deal with people like that and I’m not afraid to do it. I agree with you though, working from home is a game changer and it makes me much happier – although I also enjoy my one day a week from the office 🙂

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    • Thanks very much! I suspect if I went back to the office now I would revert to my old self, but who knows?
      It does sound nice working from an office one day a week. My husband actually suggested to me that, now working at home is much more normal, that I could get an actual job working at home rather than work for myself, but I fear that would eat into my running time! My running time is a non-negotiable of my working day.

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  3. It is really sad that social media makes people feel like they are not good enough. Social media isn’t real life, it’s just a glimpse of a spotless tidy corner or a room or a selfie when you are looking your best. It’s took me years to realise this.
    It is bad when you feel like you are not good enough, I have had times in my life like that too. We don’t have a lot of money but live in an area where people do and they look down on us because we don’t have a car in our drive and put a 2nd hand fence up. We are good enough though!! I hit 40 years old and started to not care what people think. Life is too short. x

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    • You are definitely good enough! It is so wrong of people to look down on you or on anyone. Life really is too short for worrying about what others think.
      I do wish that people could realise that social media is just a snippet of the most polished aspects of people’s lives and not try to live up to it. x

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  4. Social media is definitely a blessing…and a curse. It allows us to much more easily keep in touch with people that we otherwise might not…especially as busy mums.
    But the comparisons are hard to ignore. It’s like a never-acknowledged competition to show the best life to others…to prove we’re content and happy. Have the nicest house, cleanest house, best car, biggest Christmas tree, whatever.
    But it’s all a facade.

    Even I, when I update my profile picture or post photos of my home or family, I take several shots and pick the best ones…it’s a facade.

    I think that’s why I started my blog…anonymous at first but now I’ve added my name n few other details, and along with it, extra accountability…
    To give myself an outlet to confidently start showing the real life of a mum of young children, who runs businesses, without the facade.

    Thanks for writing this! 🙂

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    • Thank you! I’m glad your blog is helping to show a bit of real life. More people definitely need to share more reality, but it can be hard.
      Like you, I started out blogging anonymously, but soon used my own photo and first name, although no photos of my kids.

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