End of the Week Essays // On Blogging

Looking at life through the prism of fashion blogs, everything is flawless.  We all have perfectly done hair and makeup to compliment our flattering and trendy outfit.  We live in carefully curated homes with meticulously "styled" coffee tables and chevron pillows lining our tufted headboards.  We wear hot pink lipstick to meeting.  jacket are for over our shoulders, not for putting our arms through.  Starbucks' rotating lineup of drinks is the way we determine the changing of the seasons.

Or not.

My hair is usually air-dried and messy.  My nails are often chipped or bare.  The extent of my makeup routine is chapstick and eyeliner.  My apartment is a hodgepodge of yard sale finds and hand-me-downs.  My coffee table holds cat coasters and Xbox controllers.  I don't have a color scheme.  

And I'm ok with that.

All that work must be exhausting.  Imagine waking up at 5am to go to spin class (#riseandgrind), coming home to shower, light a Diptyque candle, blow out your hair, and apply a full face of makeup.

I'm tired already just thinking about it.

Then off to Starbucks for a pumpkin spiced latte and a cronut, macaron, or whatever pastry you're pretending to eat this month.

The blogging world can seem like an unrealistic one and that's because it is.  We don't post photos of our piled up dirty laundry, our unwashed dishes, or the days that our hair just is. not. working.  

We all like pretty pictures and I'm not railing against them, but I'm simply pointing out that what we see is not what we get.  No matter how perfect, poised, or put-together someone may seem on the internet, I guarantee they are not like that in real life.

Enjoy blogs for what they are: carefully selected images of the life people want to share.  But don't compare yourself to that and feel badly that you aren't that way.

They really aren't either.

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