Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, blogs. Almost everyone has a public life nowadays, and mostly, it’s picture perfect. Exotic vacations, awesome food. gorgeous gifts. We’ve all spent hours checking someone’s Instagram feed, or Facebook tagged photos, looking, seeing if this person has actually, any flaws at all. Feeling bad about ourselves after because our lives aren’t that glamorous, or we’re not that photogenic, or thinking that we can do better, because we work harder, we treat people better.

Well, life isn’t fair, and your life, no matter how #blessed it is, doesn’t compare to the person in college who moved up from poverty and now travelling the world, or the girl who left you for another woman who’s now head of their office’s Philippine team.

Think about it though, are people’s lives on social media really that great? With their fabulous outfits, hunky boyfriend, cute dogs and endless travels? Then think about your life, how much is really on social media, how little you actually share versus the iceberg down below that is your real life. The tiny struggles, the huge problems, the petty fights, the most private, amazing things that make your life yours versus the public’s.

I would like to think I have a fairly public life, that with my blog, and social media accounts, people generally know how I’m doing. However, that doesn’t mean they know the whole story. I don’t air my dirty laundry out into the world. I keep (most) of the specifics about my family or significant other, or lack thereof offline. I admittedly keep my musings fairly positive just to send out good vibes out into a critique laden internet community. I am not photogenic. My outfits are not planned out, I mostly have an outfit planned for an event (everything in my life is an event, I work from home so it’s an effort every single time I go), change 5 times because it was better in my head, and then go out in the same thing I wore the week before. Food is mostly on my feed since I like to eat, and that is most of what I venture out for. I will not take pictures of myself in a bikini right now because of you know, the sentence just written.

My life isn’t picture perfect. And it never will be. I am a person that is flawed, messed up, and my life changes and is not ideal for anyone. But somehow it works.