Hazel Jane

Unapologetically Me

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I think there’s an immense pressure to be perfect all the time.

In this developing age of instagram, blogging, vlogging and even clean eating we’re constantly handed images of ‘perfection’ and more things to work towards, and sometimes it just gets a little bit too much. It seems as if we have to be as perfect as possible every damn second. Everywhere we look we see beautifully curated feeds, gorgeous selfies, immaculate style, enviable holidays and avocados with a side of abs – and I feel that with all this going on, we’re just constantly striving for the next best thing, and not actually looking at who we are and how amazing we are already.

I think it’s fine to post beautiful things, to tell people about our achievements, or get excited about our holidays and post photos of the sunset, or instagram our favourite outfits. There’s nothing wrong with that at all. But sometimes I think we have to take off those rose-tinted glasses to see the real beauty in people, and realise that there’s no one true ‘perfection’ in the world. Everyone has flaws, and those flaws are what make us who we are. That’s what makes use beautiful, rather than anything else.

I mean, I’m not afraid to say that for the whole of my life, I’ve strived for perfection. I fell for the media’s and society’s perfection game. And, over the years, my inability to get there has really made me suffer. For 22 years of my life I’ve lacked confidence in my body and in myself, because I knew I wasn’t like everyone else. I’m not the picture-perfect girl you see on instagram who has 135k followers, I’m not the girl who has flawless makeup or hair, I’m not the girl with the quirky style. I’m just…me. And for so long I hated being me solely because I didn’t look or act the same way as those I deemed perfect.

And that’s the thing. Perfection doesn’t actually exist, because everyone’s opinions are different. Whilst I love Dwayne Johnson and think Jennifer Lawrence is beautiful, not everyone will agree. And whilst my friends, family and boyfriend think I’m lovely, funny and pretty, not everyone is going to think that. But that’s A-OK. As soon as I realised I can’t please everybody, and as soon as I realised I’m fine as I am and no-one elses’ opinion actually matters other than my own – that’s when I started being unapologetically me.

Nope, I’m not perfect. You probably won’t see an instagram of me lying on a beach in a bikini any time soon.Β  I hardly ever have my nails painted, and I’ll probably always stick to my Β£1 lipstick rather than buy a MAC one. I’m not good at maths in the slightest, and I’m not caught up on the latest TV series. I have a little bit of a belly that just won’t shift. I usually have food down my clothes and I’ll most likely choose a donut rather than fruit. Actually, I’m not a big fan of fruit – but give me all the veggies. I struggle to write more than one blog post a week, and I love the gym, but a lot of the time I just can’t be arsed. Also, I really like rude jokes. But hey, that’s OK. I’m just me. And it’s perfectly OK if you’re the exact opposite to me. You’re just you. That’s the beauty of it. We’re all different – and wouldn’t the world be boring if we were all the same?

So you do you. If you want to instagram yourself on the beach, I won’t stop you. If you want to hop on a jet ski instead of sunbathe, go do it. If you hate avocado, don’t eat it. If you want to try and get abs, you go right ahead. If you want your instagram theme to be miscellaneous, you do so. Just be unapologetically you, and remember that only your opinion of yourself matters. And make it a good one.

As for me? There’s certainly things I’d still like to change – finally realising that perfection doesn’t exist doesn’t magically give you the super powers to never lack confidence ever again. But I’m no longer pretending to be someone I’m not, or trying to become someone else. I’m just being unapologetically me – and people can like it or lump it.

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