as much as i don’t want to admit it, i, just like the majority of people online, have been trained into posting the highlights (& soley the highlights) of my life on social media. what anyone following me sees is trips to europe (yes, i’m still posting pics from my europe trip 2 years ago… judge me), done up photoshoots in expensive clothing, way out of budget coffee dates, & all that other fun stuff. the times when i peaked. but i gotta be honest, my life does not look like that 90% of the time.
one of the reasons i started this blog is because i hated how “fake” social media is. growing up, the presentation of perfection gave me hella fomo and scrolling through my feed of supermodels and influencers definitely didn’t help with my body dysmorphia. yet, here i am; posting a picture taken by my hairstylist right after i got it done. but y’all, my hair looks like i just woke up 9/10 times.
& i feel like i’ve been so silent on this account lately because i haven’t done anything “worth posting.” working nonstop and hanging out with my grandma doesn’t exactly make for the best content. but it’s my reality.
so while yes, i do travel a ton, i do get some pretty good deals on fun clothes, & i do spend entire paychecks on coffee; i also work. i also clean my house. i am also a huge (not so) hot mess a lot of the time. don’t let my instagram fool you like so many accounts fooled me.
