I get not-so-nice comments sometimes, and they get deleted. You know why? This blog is my home. You don’t let people with shit on their shoes into your house and encourage them to walk around, do you?
If you read this blog daily, you already know one of my goals is to demystify the “perfection” of show business in Hollywood, and the edited nature of most food blogs. I believe black-and-white thinking contributed to my many years of eating disorders. Even if you aren’t a regular, half the nasty comments I receive could be addressed if you actually took the time to read my “About” page before pressing the “Submit” button.
In general, I try to show that life is messy and complicated. Because I’m choosing to be honest, every single time I post on this site. I know it’s what I find constructive, and I know I’ve helped hundreds of others from your many encouraging emails and comments (<—thank you for those).
Life is far from perfect for me right now. This morning my father went in for heart surgery. There were complications. I’m still waiting for him to wake up, and to hear what our future will be.
I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t feel like blogging about what I ate or what I’m up to. To be honest, I don’t even know WHAT to do with myself. I don’t know what this blog will look like the next few days.
But you know what I DO know? I really don’t care if you think my pictures are ugly, or that I get too many free things, or that I don’t eat enough, or that I eat too much, or that I’m a terrible cook, or that I’m cheap, or that my body isn’t great, or that I could use some makeup, or that my acting career should be different, or anything else you have to say that has nothing to do with what’s important in life.
I just want my father to be okay.
Be careful before you put any negativity out into the world, because you never know the full story of what’s going on. And please, take the time to embrace as much love as you possibly can. Right now.