Share the Real

Two of my favorite bloggers (Brielle and Kylee)  wrote about "sharing the real" on their blogs today. And two is a lot, because as you can tell from my follower count and my lack of commenting, I don't read as many blogs as I want to. Sharing the real, however, is something that I used to really really struggle with. My friends had blogs that were beautiful and their lives were so fun and great! It's when I realized how fake some of these people were online, that I decided to not be that way...as much.

“Which is the true nightmare, the horrific dream that you have in your sleep or the dissatisfied reality that awaits you when you awake?” 

-Justin Alcala

Why are we so afraid of reality? Why can't we accept what is real? Is it bad that we don't..?

I've stopped writing as often and stopped caring as much about what I write and how it might make others mad. But even then, I never put unflattering pictures on here. I mean, gosh, I never thought about it, but as far as y'all can tell, I'm pretty cute! So here it is. This is the picture that caused my husband to nickname me Princess Plumpy. This picture has been hidden in the deep recess of Facebook. When I found this picture after years of pretending it never happened, I thought for sure that I had set it on fire with pure mind power. Unfortunately, that would mean setting the internet on fire, and I don't really know how to do that.

As I scoured to find this picture, I thought to myself: I can't believe I'm doing this.  I even deleted the previous paragraph, but then ctrl-z'd it back into existence. I'm not telling you which one is me. Okay fine, I'm the one with the bad dye job.

By the way, my friends are great.

I wore those pants a lot. Like every day. I was trying to be modest. I wasn't completely invested in the LDS church back then, and wearing modest clothes was made easier only because of my insecurities with my body. So, I took my favorite pants, and hacked them off at the knees. Look! Shorts. Oh boy. The purple shirt was a hand-me-down from a girl that was going on a mission to Germany. I had dyed my hair for the first time for a play I was in, but the deep red on stage wasn't the red I got in the sunlight. And that face... *sigh* that is my sexy face.

To be honest, I don't know if I have a crazy pretend life on here, but I always clean my apartment before taking pictures, and cover my zits before selfies. I untag myself in unflattering picture on Facebook, and I keep my toot jokes to myself when it comes to twitter. So, to my few followers (less on bloglovin'..less on Facebook...and even less on twitter), let's stop pretending that  our social media us is real, because it's not. I'm not saying it's the worst in the world to be fake online. Quite frankly, I don't really know. But let's at least accept that it is  fake. Okay? And let's realize that we don't have to be that way.