I wrote and published a post on Instagram a couple of days ago which I ‘ummmed and arrhhhed’ about.
I resisted the urge to delete.
I then pondered whether to write this blog for fear of being misunderstood. Sometimes I get things in my head but they don’t come out the way I intend.
Firstly I love Instagram. I love the interaction; like -minded people bonding over pictures of our tea and what we’ve been wearing.
I don’t know about you but I find it hard to relate to some of the tiny squares of ‘perfection’ some accounts portray. They look like they are living the dream. Perfectly coiffured at all times, immaculate, contoured and sporting all the latest trends.
I’m perfectly imperfect and I’m certainly not living the dream. I’m Currently sat in mis-matched pjs with unbrushed hair. I’ve been like that most of the day.
I’m a little messy around the edges if the truth be known.
Maybe I’m over-thinking things but some days it’s not enough to post an #ootd or some beauty bits. I feel like I’m cheating you.
Some days I just want to tell you how it really is. What’s really happening behind my squares.
I don’t want you to feel sorry for me, I want you to relate. Continue reading