I like to be raw. I like y’all to see the raw me: the me without makeup, the me with my hair natural, the me when I wake up, the me in my vulnerable state.
Blogging is tough. There is always pressure to be perfect, to look perfect, to have the “it” bag, to be put together all the time, to get 100 sponsorships, to have the perfect instagram theme, etc. While I absolutely do love the perks that come with blogging (really, I do absolutely love blogging and everything that comes along with it), I like to be real and transparent.
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I like for y’all to see the raw me.
The raw me doesn’t like to brush my hair most days.
The raw me bites my cuticles.
The raw me loves to wear makeup, but loves to not wear makeup too.
The raw me loves ice cream as much as I love salads.
The raw me is self conscious about more than one thing.
The raw me gets discouraged, sad, and lonely sometimes.
The raw me is totally and 100% human.
I doubt that anyone thinks that I am perfect, or even close to that, but truly, I’m not perfect in the slightest. My hope is that you think I am a mess, you think that I’m not perfect, because then I would be portraying my truest self to you. I like to dress up, I like to run this blog, but I am in no means and by no way perfect.
I absolutely love it when bloggers get real and vulnerable. Doesn’t it make them seem so much more relatable and real? I hate it when a blogger or a celebrity becomes an idol, someone we try to be like, someone we idealize and deem as “the best.” Just so you know, everyone has their own struggles. Just because someone seems perfect, that doesn’t mean their life is perfect. What you see is what you see. It is not the whole picture. Y’all might only see my outfits and me when my makeup is done, but you don’t see me when I’m editing those photos, when I am baking cookies, when I just wake up. Real, everyday life isn’t always glamorous and bright. There are days when I am frustrated, hangry, or quiet. What you see on the internet, through this blog, is simply what you see. You don’t see the life that I don’t show you.
That being said, while I don’t show you some of my life, mainly to keep my privacy and to keep my life my life, I do try to portray myself, my real self, in the best way that I can. That’s why I write posts like these.
I don’t want a 13 or 14 year old little girl stumbling upon my blog or instagram saying, “Oh, I want to be like her! I need her purse to be cool. She is just perfect! Why can’t I look like her?” Is that really what I want? No. Way. I do not want any little girl or any grown up girl to think that I’m perfect or the standard to base other things off of. I am just the same as you.
I am imperfect, my life can be messy, I struggle with school sometimes, I cry, I have no makeup days, and I often need to cry out to the Lord because I’m so stuck. I am just the same as you. I am not “more pretty.” I am not “more blessed.” I am not “luckier” than you. I am just me. I love the life I live and I am very grateful for the blessings in my life, but I still have things I struggle with.
That’s not only me, though. Everyone struggles with something, whether it is body confidence, self confidence, family issues, physical health, mental health, spiritual well-being, finances, or whatever it may be. As my homegirl Hannah Montana would say, “Nobody’s perfect.”
Although I seriously doubt that anyone thinks I’m perfect or I’m “the standard,” (please don’t think that…) I hope you don’t because I am total goofball, I’m awkward sometimes, I sleep talk, and I take pride in the fact that I’ve eaten 25 munchkins in less than 10 minutes. Twice.
I promise you that I’m just as weird, awkward and embarrassing as you think that you are. Maybe I’m more, though!
If I have portrayed myself as someone who is perfect and as someone who is so put together all the time, then I have failed. If I have portrayed myself as someone with struggles, someone who goes through trials, and someone who is real, then I’d call this a feat. Wherever you are, in the blogging world or otherwise, don’t be discouraged by the fraction of someone’s life that you see. Everyone has a raw side. It just depends if that person wants to share that side with you.
(Total random side note, I am really loving these edits on these photos… Do y’all prefer light and airy or dark and moody, like this? Let me know in the comments!!!)