I feel like this has just dawned on me lately.

The world is so obsessed with the physical appearance of things.

Weight. Make Up. Skin. Clothes.
We are so outward.
So concerned with the outward.

In the name of health, we go for runs, go to the gym, eat salads and get clean.
But is it in the name of health, or is it in the name of a good instagram photo?

Now the other thing I’ve realised.

Is that.

We have a responsibility.
By showing off our highlights, we are creating a portrayal of our lives.

Everything is good.
Happy.
Wealth.

blessed

We want to project this identity.
We want people to think this of us.

It’s no wonder I sometimes feel gross, sick and not-enough after I scroll through a feed.

In a way.
We became our own worst nightmare.

Beauty magazines full of slim women.
Looking sexed up with perfect skin.
We hated that.

But hey look.

Now we’re the ones making it.

I feel so much more responsible now for the content I make and share.

I ask myself, why are you sharing this?
How do you want to be perceived?
Does this make you feel good about yourself?
Or are you hunting down those likes that will make you feel good about yourself?

And I know I’m not there yet.
I haven’t tried Facetune, but I still jut my chin out, because you know. Angles.

But yes.

I’m a little more mindful.

And also realising.

This is exactly what we do at parties.

We don up, heel up and perfect up.
To create fake ideas of who we are.

When is this going to stop?

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K