There are times that I have a hard time falling asleep just because I get so anxious. I start stressing about all the things I need to do, who I need to be, what I need to become, what am I going to do with my life, why can’t I find any jeans that fit me, am I going to die alone and should I just resign to getting a cat already?, but I don’t really like cats and that might be kind of a problem also I’m pretty sure they shed a lot and I ain’t really about that life.
See? It gets stressful!
Now this is the point when someone is always like “well maybe you should exercise more! Have you tried yoga? Maybe you should cut back on the diet cokes and you wouldn’t have that problem…”
All totally valid. I realize I don’t make the best case for whining about not being able to sleep when I am a person who owns not one, not two, but three insulated big gulp jugs. They hold about 64 oz. (and one of them is thrifted and totally adorable and I’ll probably post about it soon)
But that’s not the point I’m trying to make.
It can be really hard sometimes to relax and accept ourselves in a time when we are so constantly bombarded by these unrealistic ideals of perfection. No matter what we do, we always seem to be falling short.
Every time I log onto my personal instagram I’m met with artfully curated accounts filled with bodies sculpted from hours at the gym, the latest fashion I’d accumulate mountains of debt trying to keep up with, fake lips, fake hair, fake boobs, amazing trips, cute boyfriends and cute dogs.
But what we need to remember is that real life is messy sometimes. Reality doesn’t fit into a little square with a filter on it. You might see these pictures and think that you are somehow inadequate, but what you aren’t seeing is the bad days. Instagram life isn’t real. Don’t tell me not one of those pretty girls has never looked in the mirror and cried because she didn’t feel good enough. Don’t tell me that girl with the expensive shoes or the guy standing in some amazing destination with the picturesque view didn’t just wait and hope and pine for the day that they would have what they wanted. Don’t tell me those relationships are always happy. Don’t tell me that puppy has never peed on your carpet.
What you need to remember is that you are a person in progress. You don’t have it all figured out yet. You aren’t perfect, and nobody should expect you to be. The person you are now isn’t who you will be in 5 years, 10 years, 20 years. Just be true to who you are, love yourself, love others, keep trying, and it will all work out.
(Shoes are thrifted Lucky Brand, jeans are courtesy of the clearance section at Target, and the rest of my outfit is stolen from my Mom)