I just got got a message from someone who inspired me to write this blog. The message said “thank you for being real..” referring to my snapchats. One was a picture of my watch asking me if I was working out as I was walking 5 blocks to my car. (It always does that). And no, I am not working out. I am just out of shape. The other was a pic of me carrying my bottle of wine to the bath tub.

What I want women everywhere to know everywhere is:

We are not all working out and trying to be fitness guru’s. I admire those women. I used to work out a lot more than I ever even think about now. I used to run cross country, play basketball, cheer, and I worked too. I wanna know where that energy went… A lot of the women who relate to me were probably also very athletic in high school and college.

It is easy to feel let down when you see those women posting their hot bods from their hard work in the gym and dedication to healthy meals and lifestyle.

Us? We are drinking beer or wine in our face mask on most nights. We want to work out but life gets in the way. We go through phases where we exercise frequently, try to clean our meals up, and attempt to drink some healthier things like hot tea instead of coffee and water when you really want a soda.

Girls, I am with you. We are feeling a little fluffy. Pants are way tighter than usual. The scale numbers are going up. (That thing must be broke). We are tired, we just want to nap, and that glass of wine is like heaven after a long day.

Do me a favor. Pour your favorite drink, dance around naked (fluff and all), and sing some of your favorite songs. Pretend you’re in a music video. (I know i’m not the only one who does this).

Just be YOU in your own space!

Tomorrow, we can go back to pretending we have it all together. But hey, you know what? No matter what social media looks like, we are all trying to figure this life out and cover up the rough edges.

Eat that pasta and do what makes you happy. Comparison is the death of joy.

“There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.” -Steve Maraboli