I figure, this blog is as good a place as any to start letting a few bones out of my closet. But first, I had to build up some nerve. So I scanned the internet for gritty, unedited honesty...along the lines of cluttered bedrooms, botox reveals, and dinner disasters. Except, all I found were people pinning ideas on how to be amazing, or facebooking how fabulous their lives are.
Now, I'm an optimist and I believe everyone is potentially on a journey to greatness. I do. But if I'm gonna put myself out there, I want to be reassured that I'm not totally inferior just because I'm having a slovenly moment or twelve. I know well and good how things ought to be, but there are days that what I should do or what I'm supposed to feel, seem unattainable. Sometimes, I am just downright underwhelming. I wouldn't advocate mediocrity but I thought maybe if I started confessing a few of these shortfalls, fellow bloggers might join me in a little over-disclosure? Exhibitionists unite! Anyone?
Ok, here goes. *Gulp*
I'll admit, parts of me are pretty awesome, unfortunately, I have a lot of un-awesome pieces that are also part of my reality. I know I'm capable of being better so it helps to remind myself that I am unique, just like everyone else, but there are days my behavior is questionable. Just look at my Laundry room.
It's like this 90% of the timeI've been known to work in my Pj's all day. I have seven junk drawers in my house because I don't know why. I've sent my kid to school without lunch on accident a few times. I let myself indulge in greasy, Wendy's Baconaters during isolated moments of delirium. I have serious issues with domestic organization. In fact, I just cleaned my room and somehow all of this was left over. Now it's sits beside my desk, mocking me.
Oh calm down, it's nicotine free!
I'm a middle aged woman vainly clinging on to the youth of my early twenties but I don't always take a good picture, you know. It's much harder these days to get the "right" angle.
M'kay, my face is covered in hives here but I'm making a pointSometimes this obsession over my insecurities compels me to take nature into my own hands, like burn my face off with acid or plump my lips with Juvaderm.
About 2 hours post injection. (Totally freaking out here, btw)
Got a little carried away, ya think?
Looking like I was attacked by a brown sharpie, 30 min post
Of course, these aren't all my secrets but if I'm going to spearhead a transparency revolution, I need to start with baby steps.