February 23, 2012 by Heather
It is so weird being a girl sometimes. I mean, it’s great fun and all, and I’d certainly rather be a girl than a boy, but it is just a real barrel of monkeys most days. And I mean that in a confusing all-the-monkeys-are-tangled-up and not a oh-let’s-hook-these-together-wow-this-is-so-fun kind of way.
Take, for example, Pinterest. Freaking Pinterest. I really have a love/hate relationship with it. I love it because it is very inspiring and helpful on some levels, but then on a lot of other levels it really stresses me out. My hair will never look like 99.7% of those pictures. And what is up with all of the funky, really freaking hard nail polish jobs on there? Who in the world has the time (nay, the patience) to do tiny little chevron stripes on all of their nails? I’d rather go dunk my hand in a pile of dog poop than attempt that.
Also, all the crazy amazing pictures of kitchens and bathrooms and other rooms. It makes me think that my wonderful little dwelling (that I LOVED before I saw the picture of that fabulous laundry room) is just not good enough, when it is more than good enough. I think that Pinterest, like a lot of other media sources out there, puts pressure on us gals to be/do/look/act like some sort of superhuman. And most days I am doing really good to get out of these yoga pants and have the dishes and laundry done and some sort of dinner prepared. You can forget about hunting down a bunch of old ball jars and spraying them with chalkboard paint and covering them in burlap and then filling them with handmade fabric flowers and hanging them from the trees outside. Just forget it.
Another example that bothers the girl in me: some blogs out there. Most of the pictures on Pinterest are acutally from blogs. There are all of these websites that showcase almost a fantasy-type life, where everything is picture perfect and spotless and wonderfully thought out and hand crafted. Some are fashion blogs, mommy blogs, cooking blogs. Again, it (in my opinion) gives an unrealistic view of what life is really like, day in and day out. Which is fine, on occasion. I am all for some good photography and photo styling and such. Don’t get me wrong, there are a lot of blogs out there that do a wonderful and amazing job at portraying pretty things in a more down to earth kind of way.
For example, a fashion blog I really enjoy is that of my friend from way back when, Kara. She is so thrifty and stylish and talks about it in a way that is accessible and fun. Her pictures are so cute, and she is gorgeous. But she isn’t doing all these weird poses or being super vain about it.
I am just really tired of constantly comparing myself to some certain, made-up thing that I think I should be living up to or looking like. Girls are so bad about that, aren’t we? And it really sucks, because we are all fabulous just as ourselves, doing our own individual thang. Haha, thang.
Of course, then there is my blog, where I bitch and moan and rant and rave and talk about farting and the lumpiness of my upper thighs. Try living up to THIS, home fries.
And yes, those are maternity overalls. Yes, I wore them in public. Also, please notice how I took the time to cock my left leg up, thus making me look super sexy and very maternal-chic.