I think deep down many of us are trying to keep it “real”. So much of what you see on Pinterest and blogs and social media seems perfect, and sometimes it’s hard to remember that everyone has a real life too.
I know I do it.
When I picture my blogger friends, I don’t picture yoga pants and disheveled hair, I picture the icon where they are smiling and cute and dressed to kill. I don’t picture piles of crap on the counter, I picture their perfectly polished after pictures from ahouse tour. If they have cute kids or a family or seem fun, I imagine that no one loses their temper and everyone is always happy.
We don’t want to share the messes for fear that you’ll think we are hoarders. So we share the one day that the room was clean and the lighting was perfect and the kids were busy and the tripod was set up and
that’s how you remember it.
Maybe you do it with me? Sometimes? Probably not? hahaha ;)
Since jumping onto Instagram last April, I’ve been trying to share bits of real life along with the pretty. I call these each of these images a “real life still life” and you can find them by searching #reallifestilllife.
The imperfect, the burnt, the messy, the crazy, the meltdowns, the little moments you’d otherwise miss. The beautiful messes.
Here’s a gallery of my images so far, feel free to add your own #reallifestilllife by tagging your pictures with the hashtag and they’ll show up below:
Soooo, do you think I’m a slob now? :)
Do you compare yourself to others? Or picture other people as perfect?