Unfiltered & Unbothered ✨
Hi. It’s Me. I’m the Problem. (Just Kidding… Mostly.)
So apparently I’m starting a blog.
Not because I have it all figured out. Not because my life is perfectly curated or my house smells like a candle aisle. (It’s quite the opposite actually)
But because I talk a lot, think a lot, feel a lot — and if I’m already oversharing in group texts and Facebook post, I might as well put it somewhere permanent.
Welcome. You’re safe here.
Let me introduce myself before we get too deep. I’m Peyton — a mom, a woman running on caffeine and vibes, and someone who firmly believes that “doing your best” looks wildly different every single day. Some days I’m productive and thriving. Other days I’m asking myself, “Are you good bitch?” while reheating coffee for the third time.
This blog is not about perfection. You will not find morning routines that start at 5am, color-coded planners, or advice that begins with “just wake up earlier.” You *will* find honesty. The kind that makes you exhale and say, “Oh thank God, it’s not just me.” And profanity. Lots of it I’m sure.
I’m a mom — which means I deeply love my kid(s) while also occasionally hiding in the bathroom for five minutes of silence. If you know, you know. Motherhood is beautiful and unhinged and exhausting and hilarious, sometimes all in the same hour. I’m obsessed with my kids (one toddler and a baby on the way)… and also obsessed with the idea of uninterrupted sleep.
I’m also a woman who has learned (sometimes the hard way) that being “unfiltered and unbothered” isn’t about being loud or rude — it’s about being *done* pretending. Done pretending we don’t struggle. Done pretending we’re not overwhelmed. Done pretending we have the answers when half the time we’re Googling things at 2am. And done pretending I didn’t catch that passive aggressive ass comment that was made.
This space is for women who:
* Love their kids but miss who they were before motherhood
* Feel overstimulated but still want to show up
* Laugh through the chaos because crying is too much work
* Are figuring it out as they go (and side-eye anyone who says they aren’t)
I’ll be talking about motherhood, womanhood, business, burnout, confidence, insecurity, and everything in between — with humor, honesty, and probably a little sarcasm and profanity. Some posts will be deep. Some will be funny. Some will just be me saying the quiet parts out loud.
If you’re here for polished perfection, this probably isn’t your place.
But if you’re here for real life, messy thoughts, and the reminder that you’re not alone — welcome. I’m really glad you’re here.
We’re figuring this shit out together.
Unfiltered. Unbothered.
And doing the best we can. 💋✨
XO,
Peyy 🫧🧚♀️
You know that feeling when you just want to scream, 'It's not just me, right?!' That's exactly why I started this journey. Being truly unfiltered and unbothered isn't about being loud or rude; it's about peeling back the layers of expectation and embracing the beautiful, chaotic truth of who we are, especially as women navigating the wild ride of motherhood. For so long, I felt this immense pressure to present a perfectly curated life. My house had to be spotless, my kids perfectly behaved, and I, of course, had to be a glowing, well-rested supermom who had her morning routine down by 5 AM. But let's be honest, most days, my morning routine involves reheating coffee for the third time and wondering if I remembered to brush my hair. That's the messy life I'm talking about, and it's okay. What does it mean to be unfiltered? For me, it means speaking my truth about the struggles, the exhaustion, and yes, even the occasional urge to hide in the bathroom for five minutes of pure silence. It’s about admitting I don’t have all the answers and that Googling parenting advice at 2 AM is a perfectly valid form of research! It's about letting go of the pretense that we're not overwhelmed or that we know exactly what we're doing. It’s a relief, honestly, to just say, "Yep, I'm struggling today," without fear of judgment. And unbothered? That's the superpower. It's the freedom that comes from knowing your worth isn't tied to external validation or someone else's passive-aggressive comments. It’s about recognizing that trying to please everyone is a fast track to burnout. It means I'm focused on my family and my well-being, even if it means my laundry pile looks like a small mountain. My journey as an unbothered woman has taught me to protect my peace, even if it means saying "no" more often or letting go of friendships that drain my energy. The OCR text mentioned "Motherhood. But make it unhinged." This phrase resonates so deeply. Motherhood is unhinged. One minute you're soaking in a sweet cuddle, the next you're mediating a toddler tantrum over a misplaced toy. It's a constant test of patience, love, and your ability to function on minimal sleep. Embracing the unhinged nature means acknowledging that perfection is a myth and that laughter (and sometimes tears) is truly the best coping mechanism. It also talked about "Chaos. Coffee. Confidence." This triad perfectly encapsulates my daily existence. There's always chaos, whether it's a busy household or a demanding to-do list. Coffee is often the fuel that gets me through, a small ritual of self-care in the whirlwind. But the real magic happens when you connect that to confidence. When I started being honest about my authentic, messy life, a new kind of confidence bloomed. Not the kind that says, "I have it all together," but the kind that whispers, "I'm doing my best, and that's enough." It’s the confidence to show up as I am, vest and sweatpants, coffee cup in hand, pregnant belly or not, and know that my realness is my strength. So, if you're out there feeling like you're alone in your struggles, like you're constantly trying to keep up with an impossible standard, know this: you're not. This space is for you. It’s a reminder that being unfiltered and unbothered isn't just a catchy phrase; it's a way of life that brings immense freedom and connection. Let's navigate this beautiful, chaotic journey together, embracing every bit of our realness.



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