Monday Mornings

This is me on Monday mornings. No makeup. Messy hair. Eating cereal out of a Tupperware container. This is the epitome of a Monday morning.

As I get dressed for class and eventually put on some eyeliner and concealer, all I can think about is how I would have NEVER posted a picture sans makeup like this a few years ago.

Unfortunately I used to be under the impression that perfection was the goal. That looking put together was more important than being put together. That being rough around the edges made you less of a person. I wanted to be as Barbie-esque as possible because I wanted people to think that I was perfect.

Oh, how wrong I was! In the wise words of Olivia from The Bachelor, “perfection is overrated.” Even though she was talking about her toes when she said that, we can just pretend that she was talking about something other than that.

Somewhere along the way to adulthood, I realized something life changing, and it was this: it is none of my business what people think of me.

Some days I look like a million bucks. Other days I look like I crawled out of the sewer. Regardless of what kind of day I am having, I want to be real, and real is sometimes not wearing makeup. Real is sometimes eating cereal out a tupperware container. Real is not being perfect because perfection does not exist.

2 thoughts on “Monday Mornings

  1. Cari says:

    Ha, ha!! Girl, you are way ahead of me!! I’m 44 years old and just realized this recently. Good for you! Don’t waste your life trying to please other people. ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️


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