There is this image of a ‘blogger’ in society these days that is blonde, slim, has aesthetically perfect hair and is probably sunning it up it in some foreign destination without a care. Whilst this is attainable for some, it emphasises how much I don’t care about that ‘image’ of what society perceives perfection to be.
I just don’t care enough.
I don’t care about having an Instagram theme
or taking outfit pictures outside houses I don’t live in to appease to this ‘image’.
I’m not saying it’s all bloggers’ but it seems to be the majority.
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Am I a blogger? Am I just a person with a website?
I even wonder if I consider myself a blogger.
a person who regularly writes material for a blog.”food bloggers
post a recipe on a particular theme”
I have always considered myself a writer.
What are titles anyway? Blogger/Writer/Influencer/Content creator… All these terms are interchangeable. But I guess they do matter so some extent. You are in control of the content you put out there…
Some elements of the bloggersphere have become a strange place of trying to fit in a ‘certain mould’ against a constant narrative of everyone telling you to be yourself. Why strive for this image of perfection when it doesn’t exist?
I have worked in the industry and am now part of it as a hobby. Where are people who look like me? Where is the recognition and the inclusion? I don’t know. This is a whole other issue in itself. This is why I do what I do because I don’t see people like me. Thankfully there are some AMAZING platforms out there like TravelNoire
and Bloggers of Colour.
What I’m really getting at is that I feel like so many bloggers focus on trying to fit a certain aesthetic and don’t focus enough on being themselves. I scroll through my timeline on Twitter literally wondering where the love for blogging/writing/photography etc has gone. So many worry about there not being enough daylight to take photos or not having the best camera…
I love writing. I have a pen…
I love taking photos/videos to a certain extent. It’s not what you have it’s how you use it.
But once all this goes all you have is your memories.
It’s not about having the latest camera, laptop or being on-trend, does anyone actually really care?
You’ll never cash me outside how bout daaat in Notting Hill because let’s be real I would be going against everything I believe. I would be screaming Char ‘ACT YO WAGE’, especially since my wardrobe consists of a uniform of black vests and jeans from Primark.
Life is way too short.
There is so much shit going on this world.
Some may find solace in your amazingly shot outfit photos but remember this isn’t ‘real life’. I guess an element of our online personas is displaying a showreel of our best bits, best outfits and having the ‘best time’. Photos and words speak volumes, the medium is the message and so on. I’m not saying you should be as cynical as I am but take everything with a pinch of salt… like this gentleman:
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Give me Wetherspoons, Travelodge and McDonald’s any day because that’s me. If posing outside a house you don’t own is you, don’t let my drunken musings bother you because I don’t care.
*This post was written after a few too many glasses of wine and in a very long Uber journey home. Also re-reading this post has made me realise how much I crave to leave society, move to the Himalayan mountain and boil my existence down the ringing a bell once a week.