Good morning, lovers! Today is going to be one of those days where I break it down and get a little bare. Why? Because we all know how I feel about fluff blogs and I believe it's a good thing to expose a little bit to break the shell. I'd rather have 5 readers who really understand me than 2,000 who think they know me.
A little while ago I followed a little posting trend called "if you really knew me", today I'm going to take that post to a newer, more vulnerable level and share things that even those that really do know me probably don't know. Basically, here are some things that even those closest to me most likely don't even know...
In high school all of the boys picked on me and called me "Peep". Yes, Peep, like the Easter candy...
Because I was always so pale and wore pink all of the time. I hated it and used to let it get to me a lot. I was really insecure at the time and being compared to a pink sugar covered marshmallow didn't help.
Speaking of insecurities, I'm still incredibly insecure.
I am constantly worried that I am failing, not doing something right, looking horrible, messing something up. You name it, I'm worried about it. There are times where I take being a perfectionist to an extreme and it consumes me. I want to be that laid back and relaxed person 24/7 but sometimes the insecure part of me takes over and brings me down.
It's something I work on every single day.
Another thing? I'm really clumsy and uncoordinated, which is slightly ridiculous considering I spent the first 20 years of my life dancing at least 4 times a week.
That graceful, little gazelle? Yeah, just yesterday she nearly busted her face from falling up the stairs. And that's nothing. My friends do see this side of me but nothing to the extent that it really is. I am constantly tripping over my own feet. I seem to find every single uneven sidewalk to trip over. I stumble over air. It's just ridiculous and I'm afraid it's getting worse with age.
Fitting in. I hate cliques and it's because I don't think I've ever been apart of one. I was a complete nerd for the majority of my life (who am I kidding? I'm still a nerd). All through grade school I was never "cool" or "popular". I had my small group of friends at school and then my dance friends, that was it. I was never best at anything in the yearbook, I never won any kind of homecoming or prom queen titles... never even got close to those. I was the farthest from fitting in.
This, sort of, brings me to today in the blogging world. There are so many cliques in this world and it honestly scares me. Fitting in this world isn't easy. There are so many things people openly judge on that I see on a daily basis. Whether it's a new trend that some bigger blogger doesn't like or the way a certain type of blogger chooses to take their photos. Guess what?! Just because you don't like it doesn't mean it's ok to get your entire clique to bash it. Chances are, you are hurting someone's feelings.
I don't know, maybe it's a sensitive subject for me because I've been at the shit end of bullying plenty of times in my life, but I feel like those people who are constantly putting people down for liking something or whatever it may be, generalized or not, it's just plain mean. Stop being mean. There is a difference between giving an opinion and just being plain bitchy and judgmental. Nice guys don't always finish last, I promise you.
And that's enough of that tangent. Sorry about that, loves... I had to get it out. Now, let's finish this thing on a light note - my giveaway winner!
Congrats, girl! I will be emailing you!