I stayed up way too late worrying about my aesthetic last night.
It’s tough in a social media era dominated by a sad beige aesthetic, when you find other baby or maternity shops online and then notice how beautifully curated and neutral their feed is… you get this weird pang of “oh fuck, I really am a hot mess”
I have a few beautiful stock photos for this page thanks to the beautiful friend photographer I’ve hired. But this isn’t me. It’s just the curated version of me I know the internet loves to see.
Instead I live with mismatched couches, scattered hot wheels, and a cluttered table.
This energy to be beautiful online gets me second guessing every time. It makes me wonder would I, could I – it makes me doubt my current success
But most importantly it makes me doubt my true energy which is a bit more colourful, loud and messy than others. And it’s probably okay to be that way.
Here’s to all of us wondering how we can fit into the tiny pretty boxes of life when we want to just be something else ☕️
Leave a Reply