To thine own self be true

One of my writing resolutions for this year was to be more honest in writing. It's not always been an easy resolution to try and keep. Even in my own personal diary I tend to focus only on the positive things, to gloss over the times when I struggle and to paint life as being much more smooth sailing than it really is. Even when I am writing only for myself, the me I write about is often an airbrushed version rather than the true version. Nothing is perfect. So why do I often try to pretend that everything is?