Let's Get Real for a Moment

Something I have been thinking about for a while is the idea of the "blogger mold." What I mean by that is I often feel very different from other bloggers, don't always like the popular trends/styles, or don't partake in some of the typical blogger activities. While I know that most bloggers don't have perfect lives and it's just something they put out there, my best impression of perfect is nothing close to what you find on well known Instagram accounts. The fact is I am different as a blogger, and that is something I sometimes struggle with.

Personally, I hate selfies. I also don't love being in pictures. I wonder if the lack of "face" time affects my blog, but hopefully my personal touches makeup for that. I hardly shop. I once loved to shopped, but now it feels like a total chore/I have developed a phobia of spending. I still only post about products I use or would use, but most of the time my collages are about wish listed items. I am awful at self promotion. A handful of people know I blog and while I know that I have to be my biggest advocate, I do myself a huge disservice by being mum about my endeavor. I've got 99 problems and self confidence is one.

I am not thin. This is something I constantly struggle with because the majority of my life I have been tiny (I am 5'1 on a good day so even at heavier times I have always appeared relatively small) I don't think I need to be a stick to be a good blogger, but man is it tough feeling "chubby." I would love to not compare myself but I'm female and that is pretty much impossible. I am slowly getting on track with starting to live a healthier lifestyle and I have to be patient. I have a job, a relationship, and other obligations that I have put before my physical health and I am trying to make myself a priority but it's difficult at times. I wish I could be the early rising, yogi/studio class rat, living on green juice and salad type of girl, but I'm not her. Now that doesn't mean I can't be some variation of that because I think part of her does reside in me, but again comparison is the thief of joy and I need to be the healthiest version of me.

I don't have a crazy social calendar nor am I the busiest person I know. Truth be told, I am somewhat of a selective homebody. We do go out on weekends, but it's fairly low key and we try to do one night in. I like coming home after work and de-stressing by cooking dinner. I realized I need to decompress on a semi regular basis. I'd like to get more physical activity in, but I won't be rejoining the aggressive happy hour scene in DC again. Been there, done that.

I know that none of these things define a good blogger, nor should they define me. I just thought it was high time I explain myself, or at least fess up to some things. You won't be seeing picture perfect home shots from me, my pile of clothes is too large to relocate. You probably won't see full on selfies, sorry kids not my thing. And more than likely, you're not going to see me in tons of new outfits all the time. But all of that stuff is ok with me, and hopefully you can come to appreciate that about me too. Being different is a good thing, I just need to keep that in mind.