Can we be real here?
Can we all stop pretending our lives are so fabulous?
I mean, my life is pretty close to it in many many aspects.
But anyways, I have wrote on this subject on my old blog. I would like to cover it again.
Social media and real life.
I make it a habit to go through Instagram daily and like people’s photos. It’s fun and I enjoy doing it.
I often find myself looking at certain pages and envying this life I am looking at. I often find myself staring into my phone with jealousy. Why can I have a perfect wardrobe like that? Why can’t my hair be that perfect? Why can’t I take such fabulous photos? Then I snap back into reality. Photos, that’s exactly what they are. Photoshopped onto perfection and snipits of people’s life.
I try and be very raw and real on social media. I don’t want to create a false image of my life or myself.
Obviously we post a lot of pretty and positive and good things because those are the things we instantly think about sharing with the world. We want to brag or share good things. Not the messy and not the bad.
But let me be the first to share some of the “mess”. Physically and mentally.
If you follow me on Instagram than you know my morning didn’t exactly go as planned. I woke up moving slow and didn’t want to get out of bed. I decided to skip on the shower and just ran a brush through my hair. I hurried along as I was starting to be late because of how slow I was moving. I took off my make up from yesterday and quickly threw on some light make up. I usually pick out my outfit the night before so I’m prepared but I had forgotten to do this. Therefore I had nothing to wear(I don’t just randomly throw on something normally…I outfit plan). I didn’t even change out of my sports bra. I threw on something and threw something on my daughter. Both of us dressed for summer when it’s nice and breezy and cold outside(mom fail). I forgot I had left my car sitting on empty and that I was suppose to leave a little earlier to stop and get gas. I was even more late because of having to stop.
It was just an all around horrible morning.
I currently have laundry piled in the living room that needs to be folded, I have about 3 loads of clean laundry that needs to be put away in my bedroom. And about 4-5 loads of laundry left to wash. I’m honestly not sure how we even have any clothes to wear currently. The dishwasher needs to be unloaded and loaded back, and my car hasn’t been cleaned out in weeks.(I’m not a slob I promise) life just happens at times. Life isn’t all macaroons and flowers and bright pinks and blues and sparkles like so so many pictures on Instagram show us.
I don’t care who you are. Your life is messy. It’s just some choose to hide it better than others.
I embrace my “real” and I embrace who I truly am. No need to hide behind pretty colored Instagram pictures and fake profiles.
Be raw. Be honest. People love that stuff. They really do. I know I do. I know I love seeing moms who barely have time to brush their hair some mornings and maybe some that even skip on the hair brushing altogether.
Let’s stop the fake world that makes all others jealous. Let’s stop the highlight reel feel. Let’s be real and genuine and caring and kind. Let’s love our lives for what they are. Even for the mess they are.
And if I’m wrong, and you have it all together and your life has no mess whatsoever. Please contact me and tel me what I need to do and what the magic is you’re using.
Don’t feel bad if you feel like you don’t have it all figured out or all together. I’m right there with you sista! Or mista!
Thanks so much for reading,
Lex(the queen of messy)