This is Friday Corinne talking, by the way.
My leg started hurting as I was leaving work today at 3pm, so I decided to skip the gym. I started at 6am and was tied from lack of sleep the night before. This then put in a bit of a strop because I hate missing the gym. But I’m trying to be a responsible adult and listen to my body when it’s saying STOP GYMING CORINNEEE.
I decided I would make it work to my advantage and have time to write a different post for Sunday to replace this one. Then I got home and was locked out of my house, due to an inspection we had today from our letting agency to makes sure we’re not being naughty and destroying the house. They locked one of the locks that I don’t have the key for.
This meant I had to drive into the centre of Leeds at 4pm on a Friday to pick up the keys from my housemate, then drive all the way back out of Leeds in Friday rush hour traffic.
By the time I got home, showered, sat down, spent an hour looking for houses online because the one I had my heart set on has been taken by some home-wrecker, I was feeling less like writing a whole new post to schedule for Sunday and more like crying into a bottle of wine. Which I couldn’t do because WERK at 6am on Saturday morning.
Saturday is busy with work, gym, then a Moet event so I thought fucccckkkkkkkk it. This post isn’t in reference to any recent events, apart from the #socialbloggers chat that sparked the idea in my mind.
Though I do realise that in the time I spent writing this intro out, I probably could have wrote a whole new post. Probably about how bad my day has been. But that probably wouldn’t have been very interesting. So we’ll just go with the scheduled post. OKAY.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Take it or leave it, buddy.
Back to past Corinne. Over and out.
The #socialbloggers chat last Saturday got me thinking. Which we all know is dangerous.
It made me want to confess something to you all. Something that I should have confessed a long time ago. Something that might change the way you see me. That might even make you unfollow me and never come back..
Most of my photos on Instagram are staged.
Right. You probably already know that. And probably don’t even care. Because does anyone actually care if I spent 10 minutes arranging my smoothie bowl so it looks good enough to take a photo of? NARP.
But what do I even mean by staged? What I mean is:
- I take dozens of photos of myself before posting one on Instagram.
- I arranged my food in a certain way.
- I use a light box to shoot my Instagram when I’m at home.
- When I’m not photographing my food, I use black plates.
- This means my special star plate isssss just for special Instagram occasions.
- If I take a lot of photos in one day, I’ll save them to publish on days I’m at work.
- I use hashtags that make me look douchey just because. #girswholift #gymrat.
- I often have to tidy my desk/blog photo area before taking a snap because my room is usually a mess. Just like my life.
These seems to be a lot of debate over the last few months about Instagram and it’s fakeness. I would suspect this has been heightened due to the whole Essena O’neill saga, where the popular Instagrammer deleted most of her photos, changing some of the captions of her snaps to a blurb about what circumstances the photos were taken. How she got paid for them, how she snapped 100 photos for hours to get one perfect photo, how her Instagram account had basically become on big advert where she was paid to promote things she didn’t even care about.
She vowed to quit social media all together – but later returned with what seems like a ploy to make money by starting a new site and writing a book. Probz a publicity stunt, it seems, but it still got people talking about how staged social media is.
I just wanted to say that I think if someone wants to make their Instagram accounts look pretty, that’s okay.
Just like on my blog, I want to put nice photos on my Instagram account. I’m more likely to share my rougher, raw images on Facebook, Twitter and Snapchat.
But I like my Instagram account to have photos I’m proud of. I want it to be a place of inspiration, especially around fitness, healthy living and food.
I follow plenty of accounts that have polished photos and plenty that have normal every day snaps. Both types are accounts I enjoy following and how I decide to portray my own, well, that’s up to me really.
The main debate seems to be how these accounts portray an unrealistic lifestyle to young, impressionable people. That it could lead them to aspiring towards unrealistic goals and left feeling disappointed. But I think most people do realise that some of these people who share their glamorous lives on social media are an exception to the rule.
We all like to dream. When I was younger, I would watch Disney movies and dream that one day, it would be revealed that I was actually a Princess that belonged in a golden castle, but had been living in a Yorkshire town to protect myself from some evil Queen that wanted me dead. But I knew they were just daydreams, just wishes.
Just like I know how someones perfect white house with rose gold accents isn’t a realistic goal for me. It’s beautiful, but it’s never something I’ll have.
I sometimes feel like we spend too much time trying to walk on egg shells around people so we don’t make them feel bad. Being overly politically correct because it’s the right thing to do. It’s all too much and we can’t protect everyone from everything bad that possibly maybe might happen a side effect of something we do.
I think social media is fab.
So use your Instagram how you want. Theme it. Have a niche. Use a million hash tags. Use none. Take a photo of yourself with no makeup on. Take a photo of yourself with messy hair. Take a photo a day. Take a photo of your outfit before a night out. Show off your brows that are on fleek. Show off your latest tattoo. Take a selfie with a glass of wine. Post your favourite candle. Do a handstand. Take a photo of your double chin. Share your healthy breakfast. Share your naughty treats.
Share whatever you want because it’s your account and you’re allowed to do with it what you want.