LIFESTYLE // If You're A Train Wreck and You Know It, Raise Your Hand πŸ™‹πŸΌ

This post is going to be a little more “sharing my truth” than sharing my outfit, but I feel like this is something that needs to be addressed. I’m just going to say it... Instagram is a lie. No ones arm is actually that skinny, no ones house is actually that clean, and no ones child is actually that well behaved (can I get an amen from all of the moms of a-hole toddlers up in here?). Social media has caused our society to try to live up to impossible standards and I am honestly too tired, lazy, hungry, and apathetic to try to keep up all the time. The mirrors in my house probably haven’t been windexed since my mom last came to visit, I frequently lose track of how many days it’s been since I’ve washed my hair, I’ve gained about 15 pounds since I’ve been married, and my child eats chicken nuggets for dinner 3+ nights a week (mainly because he refuses to eat anything other than those and Cosmic brownies. He get it from his momma). 

Guess what? All of this is totally okay. I think becoming content with who are you and not trying to please everyone all the time has come with age for me. The thought of going out in public (and this does not mean goin out with my homegirls on a weekend, this is in reference to say... the grocery store) without full face makeup, heels, and 17 bracelets stacked up my arm would have been unimaginable for me 4 or 5 years ago. HEELS AT THE GROCERY STORE. I want to punch my 24 year old self in the face right now. As for 29 year old me, you’re lucky to catch me anywhere but the grocery store, and I will be rocking the workout clothes I just wore to a spin class, lookin like a swamp creature and smelling like a homeless person, and I am not scared of what someone I know will think if I run into them. Sure, I have my insecurities, but self-love is becoming more and more important to me as I realize the world doesn’t revolve around how many followers I have or what size clothes I wear (just for full disclosure I’m a size 6 about one day a year, and the rest of the time big mama is rocking a size 8. Shoutout to my thighs for never letting me down in making it hard to find jeans). I’ll be the first to admit that any Instagram post you see of me showing an outfit has been manipulated in every angle possible, and I probably had to take 76 of them to find one I didn’t hate. 

For 2018, I am making it my goal to have more self praise than self criticism. To everyone reading this- you are kicking butt at life right now, whether you think you are or not. I think sometimes we just need to hear that. You are beautiful, you’re a great mom (child and/or animal ;)), a bomb a$$  friend, and people in your life are thankful for you whether they tell you frequently or not. Don’t use Instagram as a tool to measure your life. Use your values, what’s important to you, and the accountability of those in your circle (not those of internet trolls who like to mom shame and cyber bully). As Ellen likes to say, be kind to one another. Lift each other up, and most importantly, lift yourself up. 


  1. This is amazing. ❤️

  2. Amen, Momma! Preach! πŸ‘πŸ½❤πŸ‘πŸ½