PCOS Support Girl meet Surviving Shelby…
Holy Hell, this is terrifying.
It’s like a diary. But you all are my mother-reading every word and deciphering every thought. And I have no idea if you will read it or not, when you will stumble across it, how you will feel about what I say. Thrilling, right? Except you can’t ground me when you find out I skipped 6th hour to go get my belly button pierced at the local trade center with a fake ID vs. gaining all that valuable world history knowledge. Sorry, Deb. Hopefully you’ve forgiven me.
Anyway, here I am. It took me a long time to decide to jump into the blogging world. I have always enjoyed writing. I’m just not a writer. Not a good one, I should say. Please don’t assume that. I have terrible grammar, I cuss like a sailor, and I am the queen of run on sentences. If you are an English teacher, you’ll probably despise my writing style. But I guess I was always waiting for the right time. Waiting until I felt like I had something important enough to say or share.
But for the past year I have been on a journey of bettering myself. I like to call it the “Get Your Shit Together Shelby” project. After life dealt me some pretty shitty cards the last decade, I decided I could either fold and quit the game or I could take them, and build a bad ass house of cards on my terms. So here I am, saying ‘ Screw perfect timing.’ There will never be the right time for anything.
My promise to you and myself is I will always keep it real. This huge world of social media has so much to offer. But the one thing I found discouraging when I joined was a lack of realness. Sure, I’m going to post my triumphs. If I lost 5 lbs, Hell ya you’re getting a hair done, contour on point me in my gym shorts picture! I’m going to celebrate that shit! But I’m also going to show you the me that gained it back a week later because I fell off the damn wagon at Christmas, ate my weight in bread, and cried so hard her mascara is now black lipstick.
Because the truth of the matter is, not one single person you see on the internet is perfect. The lady with the perfect house that your adore? She’s battling infertility and crying at night in that pretty extra bedroom. The lady who has an amazing body, perfect makeup and looks perfectly put together every day? She looks like a troll when she wakes up too. The cute family of four who you see posting grand adventures every weekend and cheesing it up in hallmark quality family pictures? They are battling financial issues and contemplating divorce and go to counseling every Thursday. Really overdramatic examples but you get my point. We all want to put our best selves out there, but as a mother and a woman, I never want to set an example that being real and flawed and human is any less attractive of a quality.
So here I am, in all my PCOS fighting, ED warrior, struggle bun rocking, wine sipping, mama bear, food loving, gym loathing (but I’ma still go yo!) sailor mouthed glory.
Welcome aboard the hot mess express!
Originally posted 2016-01-22 11:21:16.