I've decided that Pinterest is the devil's playground.
I want a flat stomach.
|After 3 kids, I know this will never be. Not without surgical intervention.|
I want porcelain skin.
|Considering I'm a lovely shade of pale yellow, I doubt this will ever happen.|
I want space between my thighs.
|Let me clarify. I want space between my thighs, WHILE MY ANKLES TOUCH.|
I want a glorious mane.
|I'd even take it gray. There's dye for that kind of problem.|
I want perfectly arched eyebrows.
|I've been blessed with a case of disappearing eyebrows.|
I want an amazing wardrobe.
|And not repeat for at least a month.|
I want to own lots and lots of shoes.
|Ahhh, to not have to wear the same shoes multiple times a week.|
I want to have the kind of lifestyle where I would have a need for something like this.
|What good is having it if you've got nowhere to wear it?|
This is the problem with Pinterest. It makes me WANT.
What's wrong with me the way I am? I'm healthy. Young children don't run from the sight of me. I have a few nice things. I'm doing ok.
But I want so much more. Does this mean that I am unappreciative of what I have? I kind of feel like it does. After all, everything that I want is material, spurred by a craving to want to be beautiful and to have beautiful things.
To be a better person, does it mean I have to fight this feeling? I mean, what good can come from wanting all the pretty things?
But they're all so pretty...
I guess I've made my mind up. I'm going cold turkey, deleting all my pins, and closing my Pinterest account tonight.