I want to come here and furiously write some brilliant combination of words that will make your head twirl.
But that’s not going to happen.
Then there’s Miley. She’s kind of everywhere in not very much clothing, isn’t she?
Had paparazzi been following my every move when I was 17 (I realize she’s 20, by the time I was 20 I had already been married for a year) and you could have all witnessed my scantily clad exploits via the Internet you would all be blaming me for ruining society as a whole and psychologists would write articles about my breakdown and probably blame my parents, or maybe the state of Utah. I’d like to blame high school. Yeesh. High school.
Here’s the thing, whackadoodle me fell in love with a boy not long after some of my roughest brushes with various and assorted illegal and immoral behavior. That boy changed me for the better and helped lift me up to where I am now. I hope Miley falls in love with a boy who grows into a handsome man. One who cares for her and helps her realize her potential as a fully dressed, successful woman who doesn’t lolly about licking chains.
Though never stop with the red lipstick or the fair skin, Miley. Those things you have totally right.
That’s the other thing, part of America (the part I am very disappointed with) thinks the new Miss America is too brown to be Miss America while she is considered TOO BROWN to be “pageant worthy” in her own culture. THE HELL, SOCIETY? I didn’t even realize THIS WAS A THING. Clearly my blue eyes and fair skin need to move to India while Nina’s dark complexion can stay right here in America where despite warnings of skin cancer, tanning salons still exist ALL OVER THE PLACE.
There’s been arguments about people only showing the pretty stuff, fabricating elaborate lies and sharing our lives in a narcissistic and desperately needy way.
If you haven’t seen Tracy Clark’s post about reality reframed, you must. Go, now. I’ll wait.
That’s what we’re all doing with our lives, picking out the lovely bits in all the ridiculousness and sharing it. Or at least that’s what I’m trying to do.
You know when you turn on your camera to take a photo only to realize SURPRISE! OH HI IT’S YOU AND YOU TOTALLY WEREN’T EXPECTING TO SEE YOU!
I think those moments are funny.
Because when I mean to turn the camera on myself I come out looking like this:
(Also worth noting: Bite Lip products ARE THE BEST EVER. Gluten free. Cruelty free. Go. Buy. Now.)
When I don’t mean to have the camera on me? This happens:
I don’t even know what’s going on there. I like to call it “There ain’t no filter for crazy.”
Which is a lot closer to my reality than the aforementioned glamor shot showing off my favorite lipstick.
My reality right now is that there are a lot of stretchy pants and not a lot of makeup. Thoughts are all kind of jumbly but the sun is shining — most of the time.
And this, there’s lots of this in my life right now. (Given it’s peppered with foot stomping, boneless fits of terror, and unholy amounts of shrieking — but still, this.)