is what you get here at FieldnotesfromovertheHill.com. And on my Facebook and Instagram sites. I just read a great post from Waking Up on the Wrong Side of 50 about Fakebooking. So spot on!
I just can’t abide by the “everything is sunshine, I fart rainbows, my life is a fantasy vacation” bullshit. Life can be ugly. Why hide it? Maybe by giving the ugliness of your life a voice, the ugliness can be diminished. Shed some light on that shit. What, you were depressed last night and drank a pint of whiskey? Shine some light on that shit. Let people know that you were in the dumper – maybe next time you won’t drink that pint. Maybe you’ll go outside and take a walk instead. Maybe you’ll call a girlfriend and have a chat or, better yet, invite her over for a girl’s night.
Am I some skinny supermodel? Fuck no. Here are a few of my “glorious” selfies of late:
RARELY do I ever look decent in a photo. But it doesn’t stop me from posting them. I’m almost 55, weigh about 200 lbs, have grey hair, which I dye, rarely wear makeup, and have fat on my gut. I have a flat ass. My teeth aren’t white. Whatev’s. It’s who I am. I can’t fakebook – it’s not who I am.
I’m a middle-aged fat(ish) woman. Twice divorced. I live with 2 cats. I’ve had one actual date in 11 years. But I don’t hide who I am with photos and posts of a life I don’t really live. I throw it all out there. Alcoholism. Depression. Zero social life. No significant other. But I’m trying to be a better me. I run 5k’s. I’ve lost over 30 lbs. I’m stellar in my job.
Fakebooking? Nuh-uh. Not for me.