Keeping it real

Facebook is a fraud. I know it. And yet I am haplessly sucked into its nipped and tucked editions of reality time and time again. Each time I find myself slipping down that shiny lie of perfect breakfasts against funky-hipster-organic-espresso-bar backdrops, cheerful children embracing beaming parents, rollicking laughter of BFFs after the most fantasmagorical 25k run ever #lovemylife, I feel compelled to post something about the pre-chewed vegemite crust I had for breakfast amid unfolded