I'm the first to admit that I'm guilty of this. Guilty of putting a filter on my pictures not to make them see more beautiful but to make me look better. To cover my flawed. Of changing my words over and over so that my post is just right. But that's not the real me...
The real me has crazy messy hair that most morning I hate. Has skin that I wish were more flawless. Gets in arguments with my husband. Gets frustrated at my son. Forgets to feed the cat or clean the litter box when I say I will. Miss spells more words than I care to admit. Gets too tired to cook the "perfect" dinner. And seldom gets enough sleep.
But then I asked myself...what do I post. I post that one perfect meal I cooked that one time. The perfect hair day that happens once a month. The times when my son is being amazing. I edit my sentence and words to skirt around the word that I can't spell. I post this image of who I want to be and who I want the world to see me as. But that's not me. I'm flawed. I have bad days and days when in not feeling great about myself. I have days when being a mom and a wife are hard and I have days when I'm loving every minute of it.
So I'm trying to remind myself that when I see a post of someone's life that makes me see the flaws of my own life. I try to remember that so much of what people choose to share on social media is filtered. And real life is crazy, and messy, and amazing, and hard, and unfiltered.