My sister Julie snapped this of me and honestly it made me a bit insecure when I saw it. It’s not like all those Instagram blogger’s pictures that make their bodies look slim, the jawline perfect, and I’m clearly not holding my Starbucks or up on my tiptoes to thin out my thighs. But I have promised to be authentic.
B for Bold.
R is for Righteous.
A is for Authentic.
V for Vulnerable.
E is (my fave) Enthusiastic. ——— I was chatting with one of my friends the other day, actually sobbing into the phone, and she said Jaime, I didn’t know you did that (she was referring to my sob fest). I consider her one of my closest friends. I thought, what am I portraying here?? Am I sharing my REAL self with people or the one I want people to see? Yes, I like a well curated photo and thought out Instagram layout just like the rest of us. But has my authenticity gone just to get people to stop-scrolling, hit the , and hopefully read what I have to say based on a picture? I hope not. I will put it together in a package that people like to look at, but my hope is that my messy, authentic life shines through the package edges and people see parts of their messy life in mine and we become real, genuine, caring, and open to others. We end up being this big fat messy community loving with real hearts not the double tapped kind.