Life is hard. It’s hard living in a world where we’ve been conditioned to only show the pretty parts of our lives. It’s hard living in a world where our flaws don’t match the aesthetic of our Instagram feed. It’s hard.
Behind the bubbly posts on Instagram, smiling with my boyfriend and laughing with my sorority sisters, is a girl who is struggling. On the outside, I have it all together – graduating early, job offers, scholarships, boyfriend, friends. But, on the inside, there’s turmoil.
My life past graduation is a BIG question mark. Where will I be come January? Will I have a job? Am I moving? Do I have to do long distance? Will all my friends still be enjoying college while I’m off entering the dreaded adulthood? How far away will my family be? Big, life altering decisions. Pure turmoil.
But that’s not what I show the world. I show the world the pretty me. The me that didn’t have an anxiety attack in bed last night that left me breathless and numb. The me that doesn’t want to graduate and move on before all my friends. The me that doesn’t want life to change.
In a state of vulnerability among a sea of people painting their lives as “perfect” for their followers, I write this to show that someone’s life isn’t always what it seems. It’s not all beach sunrises and fun nights out. It’s falling asleep with a box of cheerios because that’s the only thing that would calm you down. It’s someone you love coming over to hold you when you feel like you’re falling apart. This is true life – the beautiful, the ugly.
It’s OK to keep these parts hidden. But you don’t have to. I don’t have to. And I don’t think I will anymore.
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