Pressure to be pretty exhausts me

Okay, I don’t mean to sound like a real wench here.

Truly, I don’t.

Butt…(extra ‘t’ intended), I have to say it.

While I totally adore this woman’s blog, her style, her shop, blah blah blah, whenever it comes to her “daily outfit” posts – which basically involve her posting photos of herself looking absolutely stunningly gorgeous, funkily adorned, made-up like a plush celeb and suitably blemish, hissy-fit and child-free, EVERY SINGLE DAY, I can’t help it.

I feel inadequate.

Don’t get me wrong, this seriously isn’t meant to be a judgement call on her – who the heck am I to throw stones? I’m as narcissistic as the next blogger – but I’m just calling it as I feel it.

As I see these photos with my eyes, day after day, I hear the question in my ears, day after day…how the heck does she do that?

And honestly, it’s not just envy doing the talkin. Sure, it’s getting its two cents’ worth in this conversation, but also entering into this fray is sheer unadulterated exhaustion.

That’s right.

All that gorgeousness makes me feel TIRED.

Cos I – who am having a good day if I remember to brush my crazy mane (I wish that was a joke) – know only too well, as I’m sure do the rest of you, how much F’ING EFFORT (oh my goodness, I nearly swore on here. By golly, I must be serious! Hoot’n’Toot!) it takes to look that good.

Heck, it takes effort just to get dressed.

I can only imagine what my daily outfit parade would comprise.

Monday – trackies and a t-shirt. With cereal on it.

Tuesday – same trackies. Possibly a different shirt. Possibly.

Wednesday – a Tiara. Made of plastic. Yes, it’s housework day.

Thursday – trackies. And on my top? Also trackies.

Friday – snot and spaghetti. What’s underneath it, we’ll probably never know.

So yes.

Anything that sets the bar above thatΒ causes me great fatigue.

And a bit of envy.

But as you know, I don’t like to board the envy train if I have any kind of choice in the matter. So, today my darling peeps, I present me trying to make lemonade out of grapefruit.

Yes.

I know.

Here are my daily sexy shots!

Blissfully hair, make-up and dignity free.

Green steel
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Nope. It's a bird.
Sexy pout.

You know what?

I think I feel better.

Now where the heck did I put the Tim-Tams?

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28 Comments

  1. Rachel
    October 5, 2010
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    You are adorable. I love it!

  2. October 5, 2010
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    hahahaha…YES!
    And I LOVE YOU just the way you are!
    Not that you don’t clean up well – I’ve seen it, I know.
    But until the wee ones hit 3 years and things get a bit easier, let us celebrate our blemishful, hissy-fit having and clinging-child life style!!!
    xo K

  3. October 5, 2010
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    Ugh. People who are always pretty suck. Especially the ones who have a baby and like, two weeks later they are tugging at their pre-preggo jeans and saying that nursing is making them “lose so much weight”. All nursing did was make my boobs look like torpedoes.

    Rock on with your trackies.

  4. Franipantz
    October 5, 2010
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    Loving the keepin’ it real aspect to the fabulous Jen. I’m sure the lovely model-esk, perfectly groomed blog supergirl will find herself in much the same position as yourself when/if motherhood ‘happens’. In fact she’s probably preparing for it by taking pics of herself every day for the days when she’s not going to be looking her best. Bring on the REAL I say. Fear not, even the childless have daggy no makeup days, bad hair days, and I can’t even say the kids made me so food-stained and tired looking. All self-inflicted. Cleaning up when it counts is good enough I reckon πŸ™‚

  5. viv
    October 5, 2010
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    “Pressure to be pretty” Girl, I could write a book about it. Might do that one day. I wish there was the same pressure to be pretty on the inside. Cos history shows that even if you do manage to be pretty, you ain’t necessarily going to be happy. Exhibit A: Marilyn Monroe and the list goes on. Gotta go now anyway because I must: pluck grey hairs, exfoliate sun damaged skin, pumice rough heels, get a haircut, shave legs, moisturise, pluck brows, get moles removed oh and have a career and a social life. Love, Vivvy!

    • October 5, 2010
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      Haha! You’ve just given me visions of a whole parallel universe where celeb tabloids cursing cottage cheese thighs are replaced with “Ewwww! Check out Paris Hilton’s flabby old SOUL!”

  6. October 5, 2010
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    Jenny- I know EXACTLY what you mean. I try, really I do, but it just takes so goddamn long! Who has the time to blow dry their hair? Shave my legs? Why? I like looking hirsuit- hey, it’s a “her-suit” haha! I mean honestly!

    x A

  7. October 5, 2010
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    It is not easy to look gorgeous and made up every day but I refuse to leave the house looking shabby unless it’s the day after I come home from Asia or long trips like this week and need groceries :)! I LOVE to put on my make-up, do my hair, wear stylish clothes and be feminine. I really do – and I think it comes from having had to hang out with techie guys wearing barely more than PJs or flip flops coming to work years ago in my office or the need to balance working hard iwth feeling great about how I look or maybe because I just LOVE how it feels and no apologies here either – but I must say, the majority sides with you so you are not alone ;)!

    • October 5, 2010
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      Hey Farnoosh! No apologies necessary anyway, each to their own!

      And bearing in mind I do tend to exaggerate sometimes. i.e. occasionally I get out of the trackies. You know, like when I’m showering. Every third day. πŸ˜‰

      Yeah, you know having said all of the above, I should qualify that I also love looking good. It does happen. And I love how it makes me feel.

      My point here was that looking absolutely amazing each and every day, especially when you’ve got little ones afoot, while certainly possible, just seems so much damn effort. And practically speaking, kinda impossible (for me) in the way that the lady on the blog I mentioned does it, in that she has a totally different outfit on every single day. That is obviously doable for her – and no doubt very tied in with her business of selling vintage dresses etc, thus it all is for a reason – but just…well, it is what it is.

      It makes me feel yawny!

      πŸ™‚

      • October 6, 2010
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        Hi Jenny, you know what, you have me there – I don’t even have kids or pets and it takes tremendous efforts to get out of my PJs some days – luckily I work from home so it doesn’t matter but I better go check out this chick and learn a thing or two – or maybe, get more stressed ;0! Thanks for your response and the smiles you sent my way!

    • July 12, 2011
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      …You don’t have kids, do you?

      Kids: They are the deciding factor here. The desire is there, just not the time.

      • July 13, 2011
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        Heck yeah!!! Though sometimes I even struggle with the desire. I truly am a dag at heart.

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  9. November 7, 2010
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    Very funny! I’m off to take my daughter to swimming lessons soon, and it will never cease to amaze me how made up most of the mums are in the pool. I rock up with no makeup, hair barely done, comfy clothes… after all, I’m about to be soaked and smelling of chlorine. But, oh, the effort of all the others – and then they have to do it all again after swimming. I couldn’t be bothered.

    • November 9, 2010
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      Exactly! Goodness, if somebody can actually be bothered going to all that effort for a pool run then power to em and they deserve to look faboosh. I’m just not one of em. πŸ™‚

  10. November 7, 2010
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    The photos cracked me up. I don’t do pretty well, I mean today, I’m wearing jeans with one of my partners t-shirts on it and I’m considering things a success because I’ve brushed my hair and teeth (but haven’t showered).

    • November 9, 2010
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      Honey, I’d give myself a trophy if I actually ever achieved the hair/teeth/shower trifecta!

  11. November 7, 2010
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    I tried to look pretty today, but I think I looked more like a grandma.

    and I hate wearing make-up. But of course I have to if I want to leave the house, because otherwise I look like a junkie.

    • November 9, 2010
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      Oh dear, you really shouldn’t reinforce my need for approval like that. Dangerous things can happen! πŸ˜‰

  12. November 8, 2010
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    hello my name is kebeni and I am a slob! Love your post! new follower from the carnival

    • November 9, 2010
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      Haha, I think we slobs do need a support group. Or at least a union! πŸ˜‰

  13. November 9, 2010
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    This is so very funny! Glad I discovered your blog. And for the recored I think you look fabulous!

  14. November 13, 2010
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    Oh goodness, that reminds me that I still have my PJ shirt on! Better go and get dressed! Well, at least I managed to get the lower half dressed, and brush my hair and clean my teeth! I can’t read those ‘daily outfit’ blogs – I have no hope of looking like that! Love your pics!

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