I was nominated to join in on a movement on Instagram called #theimperfecttribe. (Sorry, excuse the hashtag, but it's Instagram, and I love hashtags, so...) The movement is all about stomping out the lie that someone out there is perfect.
You know that stay-at-home-mom you follow on social media, who's also an entrepreneur (they're called mompreneurs), has perfectly dressed children, perfect makeup and the wardrobe of your dreams, and an immaculate and incredibly designed house? You know that musician you follow, who has all of the latest and greatest gear, and gets to tour the world with your favorite band, then posts pictures of his beautiful wife in their brand new home in a gorgeous neighborhood when he's not posting pictures of the beautiful sites seen on tour? You know that artist you follow, whose hand-lettering game is so on point it makes you want to die, and whose Like and Comment counts make you wonder why you just can't measure up, after all of the time you've spent practicing at your art desk?
Yeah, you know them. Well guess what: they're not perfect. They're probably wonderful people (I'd love to be real-life friends with a lot of them), and I'm not saying that bits of them aren't practically perfect, but we need to stop setting standards for ourselves based on their pictures, comments, likes, follows, etc. That's what #theimperfecttribe is calling out. That lie. The lie that says you aren't as good as someone else (online or in real-life) based on what you see. And since Instagram isn't letting me post anything at the moment, for whatever reason, I'm going to share here.
I'm not so great at being vulnerable, but I believe that wise vulnerability and transparency are healthy, and are necessary in order to live in complete freedom. This isn't about putting myself down. This is about being honest, and taking the pressure off of myself (and you) to appear to be perfect. I am not perfect. So here we go. Here's your proof:
- I let dirty laundry pile up for waytoo long, and then it takes me forever to put the clean clothes away.
- Sometimes I lose my temper with my 6 year-old and end up having to apologize for freaking out on him. (Very humbling.)
- I put myself down a lot, but then the next minute I compare myself to others, thinking I'm better than them or my way is better than theirs.
- I watch too much TV(curse you, Netflix).
- I don't set a good example of having self confidence.
- As much as I love and crave them, I can't take compliments. I just don't believe them, usually.
- I play the Kardashian game on my phone.
- I have a shady past and sometimes feel unworthy of my calling.
- There are alwaystoys scattered all over the living room.
- I don't eat well, and am a terrible cook.
- I skip showers more often than necessary.
- Sometimes I can't wait for the baby to get a little older just so his big brother will have a playmate other than me.
- I don't do Christmas cards.
- I'll never fit into the housewife or stay-at-home-mom mold, even though I am both of those things.
- I have a really hard time opening up to people -- even my own husband, sometimes.
- I'm always, always worrying about what others think of me.
The list goes on, but you get the gist. I'm young, but I know some of my followers are even younger than me and some may look up to me as a role model. I'm honored, but listen: There's no such thing as a perfect person, and I refuse to pretend to be one. If you look up to me, please remember I'm Broken Made Whole, and breaking, being made whole all over again every day.
No one has it all together. No matter what our Facebook, Instagram, blog, or whatever-else looks like; no matter how well put-together anyone seems on the outside, don't believe the lies from the enemy that anyone is perfect. Don't put yourself down, and quit pressuring yourself to fit into a mold.
Through Christ we're forgiven and free. Keep your eyes on Him and on His cross. You have been made beautiful. Live freely.