buy now First things first:
I have some news for you! If you don’t follow me on social media (which you should, I post a lot of content there that doesn’t make it here… you can follow me on Instagram here) then you may not have seen that we announced what we’re having!
We’re having a…
BOY! We’re really excited about it, but also kind of nervous. I’ll be honest: I wanted another girl. There are just so many cute girl things that we have that I wanted to use one more time, and we LOVED the girl name we had picked out, and it just feels familiar…
but the more I’ve sat with the news, the more excited I’ve become. It’ll be fun to mix things up, and I love the dynamic of three older sisters with a baby brother (he’ll probably feel like he has four mothers ha!). Plus, I’ve heard that the mother/son relationship is just extra special. It’s definitely taken some getting used to, but I am now fully on board (not that I really have a choice 😉 ).
I don’t want to chat your ear off about baby stuff today though because I AM planning on doing a 20 weekish update soon (did you see my last update?), BUT if you have any advice for a soon to be boy mom please leave me a comment below!
One thing that always happens to me when I get pregnant, and I’m assuming it’s the hormones, is that I suddenly just care a lot less what other people think of me.
I mean, I’m growing a human so just get the heck out of my way okay? Or something along those lines…
It manifests in a lot of different areas, but especially when it comes to how I present myself to the world.
What I mean is: I’m a pretty girly girl. As in, I LOVE to go camping and hiking and do all kinds of “get dirty” kind of things, but you better believe I’m bringing my dry shampoo and makeup bag. I like doing my makeup and hair, and I like to look cute in what I’m wearing… even when it may seem a bit high maintenance.
Which leads me to: I’m also pretty high maintenance. I like to have a beauty routine. I like a 5 step skincare routine at night. I like to put on self tanner, and paint my nails. I super appreciate people that are very minimalistic in that regard, but I enjoy NOT being minimalistic when it comes to things like that.
When I’m not pregnant, I tend to be a bit more insecure and I see people on Instagram like Caroline Joy and Jessica Mau and they’re so cool in their minimal makeup and casual styles and I tend to forget who I really am and try to be like them… but then it never sticks and I’m putting on self tanner and feeling bad about it because it’s not something a “cool, minimalist” girl would do.
But then I get pregnant, and I’m like you know what? This is me. I’m doing these things, and I don’t care. It’s kind of refreshing.
I’m a person who is very self conscious of how others are perceiving me, and I want EVERYONE to hold me in the highest regard… which we all know is just not possible, but I tend to try to change to please people. I’ve grown a LOT in this area as I’ve gotten older, but it still pops up here and there and it’s been a bit of a struggle for me with blogging.
But with this current pregnancy, and I think just getting older I’m learning (and getting better) at staying in my lane. There will always be someone to criticize what I’m doing, there will always be people who judge me (and make false assumptions about me) for being more high maintenance than others, but I can really only be who I am and trying to change certain aspects of my personality is only going to lead to frustration in the long run.
Where am I going with all of this you ask?
ALL that to say, when I saw this gingham dress I immediately loved it. I had been looking for a few short sleeve dresses to add to my warm weather wardrobe to accommodate my growing belly, and this one caught my eye in the best way.
But then I started thinking: is gingham still in? Are people going to think I’m high maintenance because I’m a work at home mom who wears dresses? And I immediately started to second guess my interest in this dress based on a lot of external factors.
And then the pregnancy hormones surged in (kidding… kind of), and I made a firm decision to ignore those voices, and go with the dress I liked instead of a dress or piece of clothing that I thought would please the most amount of people.
Because at the end of the day, who CARES if gingham isn’t “in” anymore… its a classic pattern… and who CARES if people think I’m high maintenance, and also, what’s so bad about being high maintenance in the first place?
My point in sharing all of this is to encourage you to ignore the critics (sometimes that may only be internal critics) as well. Are you living your life for everyone else or are you living it for yourself? Sometimes it’s as simple as picking out an outfit that you know is super outdated, but you love it… maybe it means being the one who doesn’t wear any makeup in a family of women who go all out.
In a world of social media it is SO easy to be influenced by the people we see online to the point where we begin to deny parts of our personality that are integral to what makes us unique. There’s nothing wrong with being inspired by people, or to even get ideas from people, but we so often take it to an extreme… we start to change who we are so we can be more like them.
I’d love to see our culture get to a point where we can see what other people are doing and celebrate it WITH them, but still stay true to who we are. I’d love to see more people OWNING who they are without feeling threatened by another person’s uniqueness.
It may be as simple as picking up the gingham dress when you know someone you admire would have gone with a different choice, but it’s those small decisions that strengthen our “staying true” muscles to a point where we can live with cognitive dissonance in a world that is buzzing with variety and options.
What do you think? Is there hope for the world of social media? Have you found it affecting your ability to stay true to who you are?
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