As I was adjusting the exposure and contrast on these photos, I was tempted to retouch the mosquito scars on my legs, tame the frizzy flyaways, modify my questionably-lumpy knees, erase the peek of magenta sports bra.
I struggle against the tyranny of perfection regularly, but the force of its clutches is especially prevalent when I blog. You're not put-together enough, your outfits aren't glam enough, you don't post enough, your following isn't growing enough, it whispers menacingly in my ear.
Some days, I almost give in. Some days, I question what I'm doing. Why bother blogging, when there are countless other kindred spirits who are clearly more dedicated to nuturing their respective internet nooks? Who undoubtedly fulfill the personal style blogger ideals, or even transcend them?
There are many things that I could do differently. I could actually speak fashion instead of spewing personal tidbits in my posts. I could wear makeup regularly. I could shoot photos until every detail is on point. I could write a niche blog. I could research SEO and analyze stats until my head hurt. I could comment on every blog upon which I stumble for the purpose of exposure.
But I don't want to. I want to document my unique human experience. I want to share the beautiful and ugly truths of my life. I want to foster relationships with fellow bloggers. I want to read and comment on blogs that I genuinely like. I want resonate deeply with the multitude of souls inhabiting this planet.
And so I will keep going. I will keep being real, human, personal. I will keep probing my restless thoughts in these posts. I will keep doing whatever it is that I'm doing, regardless of whether it conforms to a given standard.
As a liberal arts student/endurance athlete/violinist/fashion enthusiast, I find beauty in many spheres. Consequently, I have no idea where life will lead me. Here is where I document my journey to creating myself--soul-baring reflections, embarrassing photos, and all. Feel free to join me for the ride.