Yesterday I saw something on Facebook that got me thinking. A girl decided to recreate pictures of Selena Gomez, and after the effort and a lot of shoulder pain, as she described, she came to the conclusion that being a celebrity is not easy and it was not on her bucket list to be one. Why, you ask me? Well, if you think about it, those superstar selfies aren’t easy to take, even with the same phone, maybe even being in the same place, you still need a superstar face and lightning. Something that appears so simple, is really not. To sum it up, nothing is what it seems.
I’m not what you see on Instagram, or Facebook. Some days I really want to post a picture of myself because I wear a different thing or my make-up is done in a different way but all the pictures I take turn out wrong. I have the wrong facial expression; I think I look dumb or the lighting is horrible – maybe all at the same time… So I end up posting nothing. Conclusion: Self-esteem goes down. But some days I do look good on the camera without effort, yay.
I’m a vegetarian. But I don’t eat that much vegetables and salads as you might think. I do accompany almost every meal with a bit of salad though, and fruit is a part of my day. But do you even know the garbage I eat? Everyday? I’m like a walking diabetes (maybe not that drastic, but really.). Sure when I have a nice healthy meal I post on Instagram, but do you ever see me posting about that giant milka chocolate I just bought half an hour ago and most of it is already gone? No. Why would I? I feel bad eating it although it tastes so fucking amazing and you know, I’m fat so if I post it people would be like “that’s why you’re fat, fatty.” At least that’s what I think.
My skin is oily, I have blackheads, my tummy is big, my thighs are even bigger, my waist is huge, my nose is humongous and still I put full body pictures.
My life on Instagram is perfect. In real life, tragic. Just like the majority of people. Even celebrities. Social media is an illusion.