Life Isn’t An Instagram Moment

First let’s get something out of the way.
I didn’t photoshop out my bandage over part of my stitches. 
I didn’t fix the bruises on my knees from when I fell a long time ago. 
I didn’t, and won’t ever, make my legs thinner.
I didn’t think about whether or not I had on an outfit good enough to blog. 
I’m wearing what I wore running errands and after barely sleeping. 
Nothing about that day was Instagramable.

Why am I saying all of this? Because in this sometimes incredibly weird and fake world of blogging I feel like I need to say that not everything is an instagram moment. You get bumps and bruises that make you feel a tad insecure. You sometimes wear a baseball shirt with a stain on it to get groceries. You aren’t a size 2 and don’t have amazing abs for swimsuit photos. You don’t have always have these amazing backgrounds for instagram images. You live in Kansas, you fall down, you get bruises, your froyo doesn’t look picture perfect and you sometimes aren’t always living a perfect Instagram photo. 
Floral shorts and striped chambray top
Floral shorts and striped chambray top

Floral shorts and striped chambray top

Floral shorts and striped chambray top

Floral shorts and striped chambray top

Floral shorts and striped chambray top

Floral shorts and striped chambray top Top: Joe Fresh (similar) (similar)
Shorts: TJ Maxx (similar) (similar)
Shoes: Cliff (exact)
Purse: Kate Spade (sold out)
Earrings: Hello Cheeseburger (sold out)
Sunglasses: Tulip (similar)

I am totally guilty of being that person who moves things for a pretty photo. Who sometimes spends more time trying to capture a moment than the actual moment lasts. All of that said, where I think this blog post comes from is when someone commented on how I must love basically living a picture perfect life. I laughed, then I thought about it. Am I only showing the perfect side of life? The pretty things that everyone can say “OMG LOVE!” but not actual dealing with life. 


I’ve tried to always be honest on here. I’m being honest in saying that this post is probably for me more than anyone else. I’m reminding myself that sometimes I can miss the moment while trying to capture the moment. Or I’m trying to make it a pretty moment when sometimes it isn’t. 


P.S. I love reading your comments but sometimes you are a no-reply blogger which means I can’t send you an email or visit your blog. Pat, Hallie, I wanted to respond yesterday but I couldn’t. Just know your comment meant a lot.