When did the norm become filtering our lives down to only the perfect details to brag and show off? To get the approval of others? Scrolling through perfectly curated feeds being influenced to buy outfits that make us match every other girl out there?
Do NOT get me wrong, I LOVE a good blog just like the next girl. But I think I am finally exhausted of it all. I am worn out of looking at sales that are not sales, beauty products that might not even work, and a filtered snapshot of what seems to be a perfect life.
Yes, I know, “instagram is only a snapshot,” and I’ve seen the “instagram Vs reality” posts. We all read about bloggers going through their own struggles and how hard they have to #hustle at their job. I mean no disrespect, I KNOW that job is not easy, and I know they have struggles just like we all do. So why not share them?
If you are striving to be relatable to your audience, then be honest. If you ARE going through something, talk about it. We are a new generation that hides our feelings from one another. We filter every single detail in order to make our lives look perfect. We create a highlight reel. Our friendships are becoming empty, distant because sharing our hearts and supporting one another is so far away. We are made to feel that anything more than our highlights is a secret, something unworthy of discussion, something we will be shamed for.
But there is something to be said about these honest and vulnerable moments – they make us human. We are not all perfectly styled, with amazingly brilliant and perfectly behaved children, and a husband who waits on us hand and foot. HA!
We are flawed. We are made to be flawed. And it is in these moments of struggles, disappoints, and messes (AKA reality), that we are human. In our flaws, we bond and form real connections. We are made to connect and support each other through every moment of life, and we cannot do that if we filter every single moment.
So as I sit here and type this in my workout clothes and with my morning coffee in my kitchen with dishes still drying and clothes waiting to be folded in the dryer, I want to commit to being open and real. There is no need to filter my life. I cannot connect and support others around me if I am not honest and unfiltered.
