I follow facebook, and blogs and occasionally a tabloid or two (i know its terrible). I'm not an avid daily reader like some, but I do read them when I get the chance. I do enjoy reading about and seeing what other people are doing. I love the contrast in the groups that I follow. BUT it also sometimes creates a few different feelings. Let me put this into perspective.
There is SO much focus on body image and self confidence today in young girls. We read weekly about how little girls see pictures in magazines of anorexic models and think that is what "beautiful" is. They see these airbrushed, fake photographs and begin to think this is "normal". These woman don't have love handles, jiggly thighs, or flat butts....OH WAIT. Many of them DO have flaws, but the wonderful world of technology buffs them out to make them look perfect.
Even though we know that this is not normal, why does it still make us feel bad that we can not achieve those size 2 standards?
Ok where am I going with this????? Sometimes I feel that way about blogging/facebook/internet. Sometimes I find myself reading blogs and facebook updates only to feel like poo b/c I didn't do all of the things that everyone else did.
Sometimes I don't want to know that my high school classmate ran 8 miles before 9AM. Sometimes I don't need to know that you make so much $, or that your house is new, or recorated, or it is spic and span, or that you spent $30 on groceries, or that you made 938 batches of cookies for the homeless. LOL
I worry that sometimes we are airbrushing our "lives" in these forms of media. Putting on a show, to make people think that our lives are like Leave it to Beaver. I know I am definately guilty of only painting the "glorious" looking picture sometimes.
I really need to stop comparing myself to the "rest of the world". I am proud and thankful (truly thankful) for the life God has given me and my family. I am SO blessed.
But sometimes I just want to rebel and be "Real". I want to not only write about the good things that happen, but about the "real life" things that happen.
I want to tell the world that right now there are lady bugs swarming my bathroom window, that I can see the dust on top of my fan, that my dog is barking at the neighbors, that it looks like the PetSmart toy department exploded on our living room floor, that I spent $120 at Wal-mart last night, the cat puked on the carpet upstairs, my refrigerator needs cleaned out and that I plan on sleeping in until 8 AM tomorrow.
And you know what? We're still alive! I guess what I am saying is, I am going to stop making myself feel like I have to measure up to the pictures in the magazines or the facebook updates, or the blogs. I'm going to do the best I can and I'm just going to be me. And it makes me happy.
Anyone else ever feel like there is pressure to "measure up to"?