This is for the women who don't give a fuck (an honest post inspired by the poem)
This is for the women that don't give a fuck
I wrote an instagram post this morning about feeling messy.
My skin is breaking out, I have a piercing bump I can't get rid of (and yes, if you're thinking of mentioning it I've probably tried it), my clothes felt too tight, my sink was full of dirty dishes, my hair was tangled and at that point in the day all I'd consumed was coffee.
and I was tired of pretending I was fine or that I didn't care that my entire life was this mess. I just wanted to breathe for a second. So I posted it on the internet, which is clearly what sane people do when they want to scream. And I watched people respond with their nods of "Me too."
This is for the women that seek relentless joy; the ones that know how to laugh with their whole souls
Tonight I posted a follow up instagram post to the one I had posted this morning. It was unfiltered, unedited, my face after I'd washed off all the makeup. Looking at it made me want to cringe because there it was, my messiness on full display. As soon as I'd taken the picture I didn't want to post it and I knew that was why I needed to post it.
Because I'm sitting here in my underwear and my husband's tee shirt that has a supper stain right down the front of it and scrolling through instagram looking at other people's highlight reels. I'm looking at their best memories and their beautiful attempts at making pictures look natural (I know that game. I've played that game. So don't you dare try and tell me that doesn't happen) and feeling self conscious about my own life because it doesn't look like that.
The women that know their worth, plant their feet and roar in brilliance
I thought for half a second before posting that second picture about who would actually care?
And then I remembered the reaction to my post this morning, and that a lot of you out there are just like me. Begging for something real and raw and authentic. Desiring to see the hard and messy parts so that we feel less alone in our own stories. I posted it for us.
This is for the women that throw down what they love and don't waste time following society's pressure to exist behind a white picket fence. the women who create wildly, unbalanced, ferociously and in a blur at times
This is for us. I posted it for us, the people that desire to see more than picture perfect images of a perfect picture life. For us, who sit behind our screens with our pimples and scars and that one thing we would like to fix, with our broken relationships and our lonely hearts and our exhaustion and desire to be seen, to see someone else out there that looks just like us and in that moment our heart can sigh "yeah, me too." I posted it for us, the people that decided someone else's version of how life should be is overrated and who desire to wholeheartedly show up as their most authentic selves. For us, who need to be reminded that we're not alone so we can keep going. I posted it for us, who don't give a fuck and are going to show up loudly and create boldly and seek joy and roar anyway.
I posted it for us, because when someone sees us in our mess and accepts us anyway they become our people and we all need more people who see us.
I see you.
These are the women I want around me
italicized quotes are taken from the poem 'This is for the Women who Don't Give a Fuck' by Janne Robinson, who is my latest girl crush and is teaching me so much about showing up and being brave and writing and creating and living authentically.
I wrote an instagram post this morning about feeling messy.
My skin is breaking out, I have a piercing bump I can't get rid of (and yes, if you're thinking of mentioning it I've probably tried it), my clothes felt too tight, my sink was full of dirty dishes, my hair was tangled and at that point in the day all I'd consumed was coffee.
and I was tired of pretending I was fine or that I didn't care that my entire life was this mess. I just wanted to breathe for a second. So I posted it on the internet, which is clearly what sane people do when they want to scream. And I watched people respond with their nods of "Me too."
This is for the women that seek relentless joy; the ones that know how to laugh with their whole souls
Tonight I posted a follow up instagram post to the one I had posted this morning. It was unfiltered, unedited, my face after I'd washed off all the makeup. Looking at it made me want to cringe because there it was, my messiness on full display. As soon as I'd taken the picture I didn't want to post it and I knew that was why I needed to post it.
Because I'm sitting here in my underwear and my husband's tee shirt that has a supper stain right down the front of it and scrolling through instagram looking at other people's highlight reels. I'm looking at their best memories and their beautiful attempts at making pictures look natural (I know that game. I've played that game. So don't you dare try and tell me that doesn't happen) and feeling self conscious about my own life because it doesn't look like that.
The women that know their worth, plant their feet and roar in brilliance
I thought for half a second before posting that second picture about who would actually care?
And then I remembered the reaction to my post this morning, and that a lot of you out there are just like me. Begging for something real and raw and authentic. Desiring to see the hard and messy parts so that we feel less alone in our own stories. I posted it for us.
This is for the women that throw down what they love and don't waste time following society's pressure to exist behind a white picket fence. the women who create wildly, unbalanced, ferociously and in a blur at times
This is for us. I posted it for us, the people that desire to see more than picture perfect images of a perfect picture life. For us, who sit behind our screens with our pimples and scars and that one thing we would like to fix, with our broken relationships and our lonely hearts and our exhaustion and desire to be seen, to see someone else out there that looks just like us and in that moment our heart can sigh "yeah, me too." I posted it for us, the people that decided someone else's version of how life should be is overrated and who desire to wholeheartedly show up as their most authentic selves. For us, who need to be reminded that we're not alone so we can keep going. I posted it for us, who don't give a fuck and are going to show up loudly and create boldly and seek joy and roar anyway.
I posted it for us, because when someone sees us in our mess and accepts us anyway they become our people and we all need more people who see us.
I see you.
These are the women I want around me
italicized quotes are taken from the poem 'This is for the Women who Don't Give a Fuck' by Janne Robinson, who is my latest girl crush and is teaching me so much about showing up and being brave and writing and creating and living authentically.
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