I was just editing some photos for my latest OOTD and noticed some bags under my eyes and was about to use some photo magic to rid my face of them when I stopped myself. I realised that recently I’ve been putting a lot of pressure on myself and how I look.
I’ve always been slightly vain, me and my grandad even used to have a running joke about me glancing in a mirror or window everywhere I went to the point that just before he died he said he had a mirror installed in their lounge just so I could look in it. I don’t believe that for a second, but the very nature of his words showed just how much I feel the need to check I look ok.
My realisation today is that it isn’t vanity that is making me edit and alter myself, but insecurity. What will my readers think if I don’t have picture perfect skin, the most fashionable clothes and the most perfect pictures?!
Well the reality of it is, I bet you don’t bloody well care. Yes it’s lovely to look at a “poster girl” who looks like she’s just been ripped from a magazine, but it can also be crippling, antagonising and leave you with self loathing. I know, because I torture myself constantly with pictures of tanned, tall and beautiful girls on Instagram day in, day out and I stupidly compare myself to them. At the end of the day the appeal of a blogger is that we are normal girls, just you and just me. Our look is attainable, lustable and more often than not affordable too. Bloggers are slowly becoming role models to a generation of Internet savvy young girls who are looking for direction and who are easily influenced.
Not to say that the captivating beauties of the blogging and instagram hold no essence of normality, because they do, they have just been gifted and just know how to work to their assets. They are role models of health, of exercise, but I do worry when I see us altering who we are to fit this image that we feel we should be. I myself am guilty of applying filters and editing out the odd spot (because who would want to see that?!)
I guess basically what my rambling post is trying to say, is that it’s ok to not be perfect. It’s ok to not look like you’ve just stepped out of a magazine, because in real life, your best mate isn’t airbrushed and she doesn’t walk around 24/7 in high heels and designer gear. (although if she does, that’s ok too.) Bloggers are often compared to a best friend by their readers and often their posts become a beacon of light, a smile on their face or take the place of advice from a best friend.
So today, this is why, I have decided that from now on I’m going to stop putting so much pressure on myself to be “perfect” because I’m already perfectly me.
Until Next Time