You see that girl up there? That’s me. Say hello to the real “Megan Noel Reilly” 🙋🏻 (I totally said “say hello to my little friend” in my head – while writing that) Pictured above, you will find a photo of myself, with zero filter, zero hair product, & zero makeup. Okay…I do have on tinted chap stick that I overlined my lips with a little. Sue me. But here’s a real a$$ post on a real a$$ chick.
Y’all must know. There are days when it takes me 56 selfies, 2 filters, & a really long thought out caption before I choose to post it. Perfection, doesn’t exist. There are times when I have taken 675467 selfies, tried every filter, looked in the mirror and was like “well today we are just not going to post anything” “steer clear from the camera Reilly!” Then there are days when I can take a solid picture on the first try & feel a filter would ruin the pic. Y’all see what I am saying. There are good days and bad days for everyone. Instagram filtered perfection does not exist. It’s something we created. I’m not bashing IG filtered beauty, for IG is my jam…. but to anyone who gets self conscious because of it. Know it’s made for you to feel that way. This world gets richer by highlighting your flaws. & remember….People love to only share what they want you to see, or think they have.
Here we have it. A post highlighting my flaws. If you know me personally…. you’ll know I’ve never been one to fear telling people too much information. I laugh to myself as I write that, because if there was one thing my husband could change about me, he’d probably like that I filter what I say at times, or not share every single thing about my daily life at times. As I tell him, I will tell y’all “I am who I am, don’t try & change me!” It’ll make me laugh if I choose to have kids one day, & I have a little girl who does something or says something that maybe she shouldn’t have, and she repeats my words straight back in my face… “don’t try & change me mom, I am who I am” & then, maybe then, I’ll understand. But today is not that day!!!! 💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻
The very first time I ever hung out with my husband…. something got brought up about peanuts. I can’t remember if there was food around and maybe I asked if there was peanuts in there, but regardless here’s our conversation.
- Him & his friend: “what are you allergic?”
- Me:” yes”
- Them: “oh do you break out in hives and such?”
- Me: “No it’s not like that type of serious allergy, just mainly I will be in the bathroom the rest of the night type allergy”
- Their faces: 😐
- Me: 😊 so what movie is it we are watching?”
I already know my husband is going to read this and say “babe!!!!! You really had to write that?” And I’m going to be like “whaaaaat? You don’t like my post?” 😏 That night I also seen him keep messing with his hands, like he couldn’t stop rubbing them together as we were talking….so I blurted out “if you’re hands are sweaty from being nervous you can open the sliding door?” His responses…”I’m not, but thank you for telling me I can open the sliding door at my own apartment” 🤦🏻♀️ who do I think I am at times? But pretty sure he opened the sliding door… 💁🏻
BUT THIS IS WHO I AM. I am done apologizing for who I am and not acting or living like other people to be “liked” more. Don’t change your normal to receive approval from people who don’t understand you.
******✨✨✨Check out this video as I share a flaw of mine and how I handle it. Balding spots by the widows peak? Say no more. ✨✨✨✨✨
There are many parts of me I get self conscious over. But let me show y’all how I work with them. 💃🏻🙌🏼💃🏻🙌🏼💃🏻🙌🏼💃🏻 THAT’S real life.
TIME TO LAUGH AT MY PAST 😘
My entire life, since I was a kid….I have always been a huge rule follower. Lame I know right? But disappointing my mom was something I never, will never want to do. I needed to have straight A’s. I needed to have perfect attendance. If my mom told me I couldn’t do something… I did not do it!!!! So here is a really weird, comical story to hopefully brighten your evening. Swearing as a kid. Ahhhhh you want to so badly because A.) it’s forbidden. B.) the parents do it. & C.) the words just sound way cooler than “darn” or “crap!” Well your girl here was an extra weird kid. And I decided if I wanted to swear I would do it in the shower. Because I’m alone, and no one will know or yell at me. (My oh my I can’t believe I am sharing this) so here I am maybe 7? Maybe younger? Swearing in the shower to myself as I use the kids “no tears- L’Oréal fish shampoo” on my hair, with a little waddle back & forth like I’m singing a Britney Spears song. “F#%^, $h*t, B*%cH” 🎼 ….And the best part of this story. After I would get out of the shower, like legit the second I did… I’d pray for God to forgive me for all the obscenities I had just spoke of. 🙇🏻♀️ 🙏🏼
Sweet Mother of Pearl. Mom whyyyyyyy.??? It’s like she set me up for failure. 😭☠️
Do you see how weird I was & slightly still am. You can’t erase those memories (as much as I’d like too….) but this is who I am. I am a corky, city, Mamma’s girl who has zero issues with being real. I’m an over thinker, major dreamer, & will forever wear my heart on my sleeve kinda girl. I like to eat my food while watching tv. Nothing irks me more than starving and having to wait until my movie, or show starts… so I can dig in. I suffer from panic attacks at night here & there. I still have nightmares almost nightly. I really can’t read. I mean I can and somehow was in honors English…. but pronouncing words out loud or even spelling….. most definelty not a strong suit!!! 🙈🙈🙈🙈 It did not occur to me until after the freshmen entrance exam that I was/ am Caucasian!!! I put “other” & when asked by my best friend what Caucasian was I said “oh we are def not that, put other!” I kid you not. I went down that list like okay…..”Caucasian, African American, Hispanic, Native American, Other…… where the hell is white?????!!!!!” 🤦🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️ & that was not even the test part yet!!! Anyhow, moving forward. My husband and I probably talk more sh*t to each other more than anyone I know. My dogs. They’re reeeeeaaalllly badly behaved sometimes. (Most of the time) I don’t think I own anything designer…. besides like my Kate spade stuff, or Betsy Johnson. My house most of the time looks like this… 🌪🌪🌪🌪🌪🌪🌪🌪🌪🌪🌪🌪🌪 because that’s real life. Real life is not always shown on social media. What is shown is all the crap I put to the side to get a fab pic. That’s real. Although…. if I didn’t have dogs. Or maybe one that weren’t so spoiled…. my house would be super nice all the time 🤔 I have been cheated on. More than once. And my goodness has being cheated on changed me. I don’t wish that upon anyone. When you cheat on someone you take a part of them that they will never get back- whole heartily. That’s the problem with this world. We forever think of ourselves, & not other people. By simply cheating on someone you immediately have taken away their trust, their confidence, assurance, happiness, secureness, & mind. At least that’s what it did to me. What kills me most about being cheated on is the embarrassment. People knowing and thinking “oh man poor girl has no idea” or the cocky girls thinking they had power over me. That’s why cheating is never okay. You gave someone power over the person who is suppose to be number one. But that’s okay. I got most of it back, & now have something unbreakable with my hubby. But to be honest… I’ll never fully trust, & I’ll forever wonder. But that’s on me. & frankly, it’s sucks. Something else that makes me flawed. 🙇🏻♀️
✨No matter who you are….. things can still happen to you. This is real life. Embrace. Love it. Own it. ✨
Don’t get too wrapped up in the beauty of photo shop. The perfectly clean, & stunning houses. The girls that are always taking pics on vacation or on a yacht. Because perfect doesn’t exist. But make your own type of perfect. & this is why I come here to write. & share really weird & embaresing stories of myself cause it does not phase me to be judged, talked about, or laughed at. I mean it does and doesn’t. It does bother me, but never enough to stop me. Don’t let people stop you. As my girl Lephan from Macaroons & Lavender says “Live your truth!!” I’m here to share with the world what my normal is. Who I am. What my story consist of.
Sincerely the girl who stole a book from her 1st grade class and made that apart of her 4th grade confession at CCD…