I wrote the below a couple of days ago, when I was down and out. I considered not posting but with the encouragement of friends via Twitter I realized that honesty is in fact the best policy. So here goes nothing…
For my style bloggers: Do you ever have those fits of frustration with your wardrobe, your style and yourself in general? I’ve experienced my fit or two recently and I can’t seem to find my way back. Before vacation I was eager to step away from the laptop and take some time to re-prioritize. I did admit to blogger envy and thought a holiday away from blogging would do the trick. And it did! I was ready to come back with fresh eyes and a relaxed mind, that is until I walked into my closet and noticed I don’t have the budget that some bloggers have, or the standout style or any of it . So I fell, hard. Hard enough to consider stepping away from FabAve for a bit longer. Who likes a negative Nancy?
I got to thinking about why I was here and the purpose of Fabulously Average. I’m here to express myself through a different point of view from the prototype blogger. With a real girl budget. A real girl body. A real girl attitude. I’m not here to be fake and get myself into debt. I’m here to make friends, express myself and to do the things I love. So here’s the deal: I don’t have the money to splurge on Rebecca Minkoff. I don’t have the hips to pull off a peplum skirt (I’d rather not embarrass myself). I’m naturally optimistic (a bit paranoid, mind you) but have off days where I’d like to tell the world to F* off. All that and a little wit is what you’ll find on this blog. I’m no blogger prototype and I’m perfectly happy with that. I just need to remind myself every now and again.
I thought I would express my frustration with y’all to clear the air and let you know what’s going on with me. I always intend on being straight and honest with my readers and expect the same from bloggers I admire. So sorry for the rant. I realized that the only way I might get some catharsis from my funk was if I hit publish and got it out of my head, for good.
What tricks do you use to snap yourself back into self-appreciation?