Social media can be a modern mask, a tool used to conceal flaws and fabricate perceptions, often tailored in a way to make life look a bit more perfect than it may be, often just skin deep. It's so easy to play glamorous with a blog, but glamour is not a constant state for anyone (unless perhaps you're my cat). I've long loved reading blogs, but I find that what peaks my interest the most are the women behind the outfits - what makes them tick? What inspires them? What breaks their heart - and then motivates them to change the world? Too many women succumb to the unfortunate societal scheme that we are only as powerful as we are beautiful, something that must be achieved without trying too hard, but while spending a lot of money in doing so. No no. We are all already beautiful, just as our minds are also all remarkably interesting.
So, when I read blogs, I'm not too terribly concerned with the logic behind outfit choices, but I desperately want to hear messy, honest thoughts. And while I may hide behind my sunglasses when I share photos (mostly because I have no idea what to do with my face) I hope that my fascination with playing dress up doesn't diminish my words and ideas. I hardly want to fall into a trap of pretending, bluffing that all is well when I may in fact be having a dreary day, or leaving you with the impression that I roll out of bed an hour early every day to pick out a killer outfit (I like sleep far too much for that). These past few weeks I've gone fresh faced, lounging in my robe for half the day, sipping on tea until I'm shaky from the caffeine, all while trying to motivate myself to do something productive - but it's hard to do so when there's a Law and Order marathon on!