This post idea popped into my head yesterday morning. After like 10 failed attempts at taking a picture where I thought my muscles “popped” enough, I finally got this one (and I wasn’t even all too happy with it.)
The more and more I thought about my vanity with these dang pictures, the more mad I got at myself. Then I started really thinking about something: HOW WE PRESENT OURSELVES ONLINE. Isn’t it true that we all show our “best selves”?!? The perfect mom with her perfect body and her perfect kids and her perfect marriage. Don’t we all make our lives as beautiful and wrinkle-free as we possibly can?? Of course we do. At least the majority of the time.
It’s actually really ridiculous.
I want to be more vulnerable. Confident enough in myself as a woman to show all the facets, good and bad, of my life. I think I do a pretty good job of that, but I can be better. Because you know what….
…The best Instagram pictures are the REAL ones.
Like when I confessed that my littles made a mess in Walmart. Or when I hashtag poop.
….The best blog posts are the ones that break past that superficial layer and bring you into that person’s real life struggles/joys/heartaches. To this day, my number one viewed post is this one. Sad, but true.
….The best Facebook status’ aren’t about how great life is, but those that ask for prayer about a situation someone is going through.
I think vulnerable people make the best friends and the best lovers. Their life, their bodies – just THERE – take it or leave it. The goofy people. The slightly overweight girl who is perfectly content with her body and eats whatever she wants when you go out for lunch. The guy with the hobby that nobody “gets.”
I think we all crave it. For ourselves and in others.
Show me real life. Show me that you eat a freaking chocolate chip cookie every once in a while (and don’t hashtag it with #moderation or #cheatday). Show me you in your pjs and tell me that you didn’t get out of them all day and that it was just what you needed. Blog about your struggles. About how you’re trying to be a better mom/wife/friend, but that it’s hard. Tell me when you’re hurting so that I can pray for you – don’t mask life with a façade of perfection. I’m not asking for complaints. I’m asking to get to know you better.
Show me YOU and I’ll love you just as you are.
Because I’m desperately seeking to be friends with screwed up/trying-to-be-better people who are just like me.
QUESTION: Do you agree – is perfection overrated? How many edits do you make to a picture before posting it?