I know there's this thing where people think bloggers' lives are perfect and pretty and full of free product from sponsors and beautifully lit and shot by professional photographers, but the fact is, sometimes it's shitty. Sure sometimes it is perfect and pretty and there is the occasional product sent by a sponsor, and yeah, sometimes the lighting works out, but not always. Yesterday I was a hormonal crazy person who felt like a total and complete failure, sat in the car for 10 minutes trying to figure out where to take outfit photos, decided I was never going to take outfit photos again, got out of the car and stormed into the house, sat morosely at the computer, mumbled responses to Dan, told him he could take the car with his friend and then decided to take the car to grab these pictures instead, like an asshole. It only took about 10 to 15 minutes to take the photos, but it was still a bitchy thing to leave without saying anything when I'd promised he could have the car. The smiles in these photos were fake and uncomfortable. I didn't take the sunglasses off because I didn't want my eyes in the photos because they were lifeless and angry.
Photos are lies sometimes. Not always intentionally. But sometimes we don't care to share the ugly backstory. Real life exists regardless of if you can see the "realness" in the photos.
