A couple weeks ago @noelledaily had posed an interesting thought, as she was curious what style peeps wear at home when the cute clothes come off. And it got me thinking. I know I talk a big game when it comes to learning to be comfortable with myself and learning to love myself regardless of whatever insecurity I have in the moment. But I definitely have a strong desire to look good in my pictures on the ‘gram, so its weird to share stuff like this. It doesn’t feel like something followers would want to see as they’re scrolling, probably hiding from their kids, or having a quiet moment where they can be swept away into someone else’s travel story or romance. Instagram is SUPPOSED TO BE PRETTY. And I def follow my fair share of pretty accounts.
But I am also drawn to the messes. The highs and lows. I like to cheer people on when they’re succeeding. And commiserate when they’re feeling low. And try to laugh about it all as we navigate the insta-bubble. Because while we find each other through a social media platform, we really don’t connect as humans until we know stories. Until we see the good and the bad. This is not to say that I think everyone is obligated to share. You don’t owe that to anyone! You do you! Its just why I personally like to blab.
And this really went off on a tangent. Basically all I wanted to say was this picture isn’t pretty and that’s ok. It’s still me, in my natural early morning state — looking for snacks probably — with a double chin and messy hair and ratty old pajamas, through the eyes of my not-so-Instagram-husband. And I wanted to share, not in spite of, but BECAUSE there is nothing cute or fashionable about it.
And just out of curiosity, do you like you Instagram feed to be magazine-worth or more like real-life? - 13 hours ago