My Beautiful, Flawless, Lovely Self {the birth story of the mop}

So, here’s the story of how this bed head ridiculousness all began.

It was two years ago and I was quite new to Instagram. I thought it was fun. I loved all the filters, and especially, all the frames. Yeah, I know.

I can’t even tell you who I was following, but I started noticing this thing that people did…

People taking pictures of themselves. (this is way before I knew what a selfie was)

Beautiful, flawless, lovely pictures.

And for the caption there would be a quote of some sort. Or maybe no caption. Or maybe a caption that had nothing to do with the picture of their beautiful, flawless, lovely self. But this isn’t about the captions…I get distracted. Sorry.

Any way, where were we? Oh yes, beautiful, flawless, lovely pictures. And I thought to myself….

Heh. I bet you don’t look like that when you first wake up. 

You have to understand that at this time, I had recently come out of years of awesome depression. And by awesome, I mean – it totally sucked.

For years I had been on the hampster wheel of life. I had been treading just to keep my head above the water for way too long.  But you know what eventually happens when you can’t tread anymore?

You sink.

So, I sank.

But then I was thrown a life preserver.

And I saw life differently. I saw all the masks we wear. I saw how so many people were really afraid, or hurt, or struggling. And I couldn’t see anyone acknowledging these things.

I craved authenticity. I wanted real. I had been trying for so long to keep my big girl panties on and had finally thrown in the towel. Because pretending like everything is fine when it isn’t….is not okay. Okay? It’s just not.

I wasn’t into this picture perfect Instagram world anymore. And so that morning while laying in bed scrolling through my picture perfect Instagram feed, and saying I bet you don’t look like that when you first wake up. I then said…

ENOUGH.

This wasn’t said to be snarky or rude. It was more out of a desperation to show other people they don’t have to be picture perfect. I’m sure that was pretty effective to my ginormous following of two. But hey, gotta start somewhere.

All that to say, I posted this picture of my beautiful, flawless, lovely self:

#mymorningmop

#mymorningmop

And so started #mymorningmop, to show everyone, you’re beautiful, flawless, lovely self is perfect just the way it is. Bed head and all.

Love you crazies!

Amber

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7 Responses to My Beautiful, Flawless, Lovely Self {the birth story of the mop}

  1. Sarah says:

    PPPS-
    Promises will stop after this one. Sorry for the typo in the last one. I was using a dictation program on my phone.

    So is here a blog post I would like to see from you and other doctors wives. Have you ever noticed that even if your husband is nice-looking but doesn’t look like a male model he invariably has groupies that hang around under the pretense of being nurses? This happens to all doctors I believe no matter what they look like. So here is the blog post I would love to hear about if you’re interested in writing it. How do you handle the somewhat constant influx of women who are not so subtly gunning (knowing he is married with children) for your husband while he is at work?

  2. Sarah says:

    PPS
    One more note, sorry to spam. I occasionally get the snide comment of how on earth someone like me married a doctor. Read: since I am not 5 foot 10, 100 pounds, and do not have platinum hair down to my waist, they assume a curvy brunette like me would not make the cut. I always reply with, “well, he married me for my money.” That always throws snide folks for a loop because there is some truth to it. When he and I met I made a six-figure income working in information technology in more executive type roles. We currently live in a house on the water and that was purchased with my money when I cashed out all the money I had saved and a 401(k) during years in high tech. I have to admit I love throwing haters for a loop when they question why I married my husband. They never have a comeback since I was the one who was making all the money at first. (We met during his 2nd year of residency and married during his last year of residency). But being that he is a guy, he also cared about appearance. And I am very fortunate that he was specifically looking for a girl with a natural Kim Kardashian type bodie and long, curly dark hair and creamy skin. In this sense he married me for my appearance. :-)

  3. Sarah says:

    PS
    I also love that you drop the pretense and show the world what it is really like to be a doctor’s wife. All of my friends assume I live some sort of life of glamour. But the truth is we are still up to our ears in medical school debt even though he graduated residency in 2004. I refer to his medical school that as our vacation home. After all, everyone I meet invariably believes that we have not one but several vacation homes. The truth is we have none and that is because we have almost 300 K in medical school debt.

    Thanks for keeping it real!!

  4. Sarah says:

    Thank you treating us to a stunningly wonderful picture of your beautiful, authentic self. I am a doctor’s wife going on almost 14 years now. I’ve been looking around to see if any doctors wives are blogging. Love your fresh outlook and sincerity.

  5. Renee says:

    GD it!!! I LOVE you more with every post I read!! Not in a creepy way, I swear, but you make me laugh and I love laughing! Also,you are REAL, and us women need more real women around us. please keep blogging because you are fantastic at it AND, selfishly, I need to laugh everyday

  6. Elizabeth says:

    I love it. What a creative way to share your message without saying a word.

    I have to admit, I am jealous of bedhead. I sleep on my back, arms at my side, stiff as a board. (My sister used to poke me because she said I looked like I slept in a coffin so it was the only way to know if I was still alive.) Needless to say, my hair looks the same when I wake up. Not that that’s particularly neat, but still ..
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  7. Sally Peterson says:

    I love you so much!

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