Authentically Honest 

There I something inside of me that just craves honesty. I’m so sick of all the washed out Instagram photos of domesticated home life; the perfect smiling faces of cherub children, the artful arranging of flowers around a perfectly cooked meal, the constant presentation that all is well. I’m perfect, my husband is perfect, my children are perfect, my life, is, perfect. And don’t forget the hashtag “married life bliss”, cause that never gets old.

Really? Are you really perfect? Is everything really going well? Aren’t you tired of trying to keep up with the facade? I know I am.

I want to be real with people. I want to be able to break down to trusted friends, cry, rant, rave and be a mess. Not even a hot mess just a good ‘ol mess.

Sometimes I feel like I live in a plastic society of wannabe Barbies. Everyone is just so fake. When do we get to be real with one another? When do we break down the walls of pretend and bare the true realities of our very messy lives? Is it even okay to be imperfect? To have flaws and not have it all together all the time? Is it okay to admit that as a wife I fail my husband? As a mom I fail my children? As a woman I fail myself? And as a Christian I definitely fail God?

I think one of the hardest parts of our society today is the unattainable standards. And the worst part is, we’re the ones setting them. Yes, you and me. In this crazy, social-media saturated day that we live in, we are constantly looking at the best of everyone’s lives. The best smile. The best outfit. The cutest pictures of their child. The happy photo of them as a couple. The perfect picture of their sparkling clean home. The coolest craft they’ve ever made.

But what goes on behind the scenes? Does anyone ever post the out-takes? These standards we place on ourselves are impossible because who can live up to every perfect moment in someone else’s life? We don’t get to see what goes on behind the scene; the no-makeup photos. The fat clothes. The screaming and tantrums. The martial fights. The disaster zone a house can become. The failed attempts at Pinterest pins. And yes, those things happen to everyone. Don’t be fooled by the Instagram account or the Facebook updates; that’s not real life.

Real life is what goes on behind the scenes. How you handle yourself in the hard moments. Those aren’t things that we normally want to share with people, but I think it’s important to have a few, key people around you who you can be honest with. I have a few good friends who I trust whole-heartedly to be able to handle me at the yuckiest times. I tell them next to everything; the only dirt I leave out is what’s already under the kitchen table because they can see that for themselves.

Do you have a few “safe” people who you can be real with? People that see behind the mask and know the real you? If you don’t you should seriously consider finding some. Even just having one person that really knows you will go a long ways towards helping you to unplug from the perfection saturated culture that we live in; I know it did for me.

In summary, I just want to be authentic in the way that I live my life. My goal is to not hide behind a mask, a standard, a label, or who people think I am. I just want to be me.

Who’s with me?

S.

0 thoughts on “Authentically Honest 

  1. I’m definitely with you. I didn’t always crave honesty because I was okay with hiding behind silence and fake smiles, but now I also have a craving to just be real. To break down, cry in public, let my anger and pain be seen. Writing definitely helps me. The more honest I am in my writing, the more more honest I become in person. Thanks for sharing.

    1. I find the same thing! That was the main reason in started this blog, I just wanted a place to be really honest and get all my feelings out. I’m honest probably 90% of the time in real life, but I have learned that there are some thing you shouldn’t say out loud; honesty can be taken too far if used in a mean spirit. It’s a hard balance.

      1. I’m with you. Blogging is such a great tool. I find I just want to be honest so I can be me, not to be mean or hurt anyone, but just so I can breathe. I guess blogging is a way to breathe.

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