What I Think I Look Like vs. Reality

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Most days, I’m lucky if I can finish a cup of coffee. So, honestly, the daily showers I used to enjoy seem to be a thing of the past. And it didn’t really bother me at first, because I thought I looked pretty adorable in yoga pants and ponytails. Then, I caught a glance of my tired, sloppy face in the mirror, and I pretended the lights were playing tricks on me. No way was I frump girl. Sure, I could make a better effort. And, yes, I should probably brush my hair once a week. But, really? Was it possible that I did not look as Lauren Conrad as I did Mary Kate Olsen? Scary. Scary, but most likely true. Lost? Well, the following images should illustrate my point.

Exhibit A-1: What I think I look like when running errands.
Exhibit A-1: What I think I look like when running errands.
What I actually look like (see: train wreck)
Exhibit A-2: What I actually look like (see: train wreck)

Are we beginning to understand the dilemma? Please, allow me to elaborate.

Exhibit B-1: How Hoodies Make Me Feel (cozy, relaxed, effortlessly adorable)
Exhibit B-1: How Hoodies Make Me Feel (cozy, relaxed, effortlessly adorable)
Exhibit B-2: What I, indeed, look like in said hoodie.
Exhibit B-2: What I, indeed, look like in said hoodie.

And, my personal favorite look:

Exhibit C-1: "Messy" bun. We all know girls spend hours making it look like no fucks were given.
Exhibit C-1: “Messy” bun. We all know girls spend hours making it look like no fucks were given.

 

Exhibit C-2: Reality. No actual fucks were given.
Exhibit C-2: Reality. No actual fucks were given.

I think it’s safe to say I’ve had a series of bad hair days since Clark arrived. It could be worse?

 

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S.R. is an author and blogger. Her work has been quoted and used as a source for Quartz, BuzzFeed, Forbes, and Business Insider. You can find her internationally selling eBook, Blogger Relations: How to Pitch Influential Content Creators, on Amazon. NYC-based. Two kids. One husband. One dog.

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