We eat healthy. Smoothies for breakfast, salads for lunch, flavourful stir fry for dinner, and we look beautiful because of it! We have the sort of money that allows us a new dress for every occasion, and we just have a knack for beautiful things (who cares if the lipstick works if it looks beautiful on my desk for my next post?) Right? Right?
I was reading a book recently about the mayhem behind photoshoots by an interior designer with a collection of the most gorgeous projects you can find, and it gave me a little bit of insight into this world of "perfectionism." She shared that what often looks good on the camera doesn't look the same (or good) in real life, and vise versa. The day before a shoot, the designer explains, is spent running around buying and borrowing antiques, shopping other corners of your house and finding flowers and candles for the one space being photographed: not simply vacuuming the carpet and putting away stray books. As bloggers, whether lifestyle or otherwise (though particularly lifestyle), there is a certain enigma belonging to our world. A standard of perfection, set partially by our own ideals and encouraged by the web to which we belong, makes us constantly aware of every detail in our lives, and we spend a lot of time and resources attempting to make everything match, to make everything pretty, to make everything photo-ready and beautiful. And I am a firm believer in beautiful things; whether they are being photographed or not. But what I've noticed is that this tendency, nice as it may be, has begun to be a barrier.
People have asked me before if my life is perfect, and I'm here to entirely debunk that idea, because as pretty as perfect is, its difficult to get to know someone you cannot relate to. Mostly I like to keep things elegant and uplifting here, but I have to be honest, and my life is not. perfect. I stay up late reading and often have dark under-eye circles. More often than not, my nail polish is chipped and two weeks old. I bite my nails when I'm thinking. I spend too much time staring at screens and not enough time outside. I drink more tea and coffee than is good for me, even though it gives me a headache if I drink it past 4-ish in the afternoon. I forget to shave my legs a lot, until 10 minutes before leaving for a nice event (hello razor burn). I am insecure about my figure. My desk is not always neat. My laundry stays in the basket, waiting to be put away, far longer than it should. I only make my bed half as often as I should.
We're bloggers, but we're also people, and it has to be said that I'm not the only one with issues. No one's life is together: this concept of life-together-ness is something we've invented to suit our fancies, but does not actually exist. We're broken. And you know what? It's ruddy beautiful.