She's all over your Facebook and Instagram feeds. She's everywhere, and nowhere.
She's the perfect woman.
She's beautiful; perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect body. Her clothes are the most in-style. The way she carries herself is seemingly flawless.
She knows how to cook and clean and keep up with everything- always organized, always perfect.
She's the perfect woman.
I'm not her. Not by any stretch of the imagination. You can often find me wearing a t-shirt, not cleaning or being perfect. In my closet hang clothes that are not necessarily in-style. My house is not always spotless, nor is it fully furnished with exquisite, expensive decor.
I'm not her.
I try, though. Oh, I think we all try to reach that kind of perfection. But lately I have had to stop and wonder WHY I wanted to be that way. Why? My hard-to-admit-answer was that I want to look better to everyone around me.
That, my friends, is bull.
I'm calling it.
I was shocked at this epiphany. Am I really that shallow? Is my only motivation the likes on Instagram, the hope that someone else might see me as perfect?
Why are we so caught up in achieving the look of perfection that we forget to LIVE!?
We forget to stop in the moment and really take it all in.
We forget to feel the world around us, smell the smells and appreciate the beauty that surrounds us because we're too preoccupied about how we LOOK.
There is a fine line between trying to LOOK better and trying to BE better.
We can be happy with who we are, no matter what we may look like or how well we cook or clean. Constantly worrying about how others view us actually hinders our progression and improvement, and it stops today.
I'm not saying it's easy. It's human nature to compare ourselves to others. But comparison, as it is said, is the thief of joy. No one broadcasts their bad sides; their bad hair days, their dirty dishes, their piles of laundry, their own feelings of inadequacy....
Now I say 'we', and perhaps I just mean 'I'. This post has mainly been for me to get through how I've been feeling of late and come to the realization that it needs to stop. I need to strive for a better kind of improvement. I should strive for a transcendent kind of perfection; one that lasts through the years and through the eternities.
