I’m still stuck on my thought train from last night about what we put on Facebook and other social media outlets vs realities. 

It’s like we are all wearing the masks we want the world to see.  Without our flaws, without our blemishes, without our pain.  With our best clothes, our best smile, the best background setting.  It’s all a mask.  It’s all a lie.  It’s not real life. 

What’s hiding behind those smiles? What does it look like beyond The perfect backdrop are their children fighting over toys? is there a pile of laundry the height of Mount Everest, behind your smiling face is there pain and sorrow? What would we look like if we put our true faces out there for the world to see instead of the masks we want them to see?

Why do we wear the masks? I’m just as guilty of it as the next guy or a girl. I don’t post the pictures with my kids fighting or me sleeping on the couch or my tear streaked face.  I don’t post the photos where you can tell that I barely have a zest for life or maybe don’t at all.

All these masks serve to do is to hide who we really are and how we really feel, and it serves to make other people feel like they aren’t good enough or us feel like we aren’t good enough when we compare ourselves to others. We don’t have what they have. We are not as thin as they are. Our eyes arent as blue. Our children aren’t as perfect. I wonder what would happen if we all removed our masks?

Author: thethingswehideinside

Im an almost 40 year old mom struggling through this life with two children, a husband, a houseful of animals. We all have mental or physical challenges that make daily life even harder, this is our journey.

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