Some days my laptop screen projects the white paint surrounding my room. I go to type – I have lots to say, but I’m short on eloquently forming a piece my eyes deem worthy. We talk about pressure to look perfect and present immaculate style on Instagram. Not much forms words on the stress to look interesting. To connote fascination and curiosity through blogging and online posting.
What’s left to say?
I love writing about issues affecting young women in society. From fertility to feminism and expectations in dating, though moments occur when I’m at a standstill for topic ideas. The majority of online publications use their lifestyle section to discuss celebrity and film. While I enjoy reading, it’s not my forte. I’m addicted to personal, deep opinion editorials. Discovering insight and lessons from women who empower me to change my thought.
I struggle to look interesting because I haven’t lived as wildly as other writers. I’ve not travelled the world with only a backpack to my name; I’m not Carrie Bradshaw dating and I’m not marching round London beside climate protestors. Maybe this is my wake-up call. An epiphany to strut new adventure. On Instagram, FOMO presents itself upon influencers arising to new countries each week attending cannot miss parties. With more social media users cropping up in desperation to achieve micro-celebrity glory, how can you stand out and keep users amused?
I’ve overwhelmingly read what people eat in a day and how they remain active. I’m clued to cleaning tips and how to style spring fashion. The best makeup products to invest and ideal morning routines. When I wrote Women Need Content Worth Reading, I shared my frustration at click-bait headlines. Before that, I posted about staying individual in a world full of copycats. The notion of remaining interesting has clearly bothered me since blogging. My perfectionism second-guesses me often, and I don’t know why I place such emphasis on entertainment.
Out-doing the old
Some people attempt to break Instagram’s nude policy; photographers shoot at near death heights and YouTube keeps dramatising makeovers. I’m neither for and against – mere curious. Fast Company last month created a piece on “daredevils” “risking injury” and “death” to gain Instagram attention. The article mentions a couple killed on the edge of a cliff, most-likely for photos. That I can say I’m entirely against. Millions follow accounts honing photographs taken at extreme locations. Recently in the news, a couple were criticised for snapping themselves hanging outside a moving train.
The Atlantic reports that Instagram’s glossy, carefully edited aesthetic no longer resonates. Generation Z (behind millennials) care about authenticity using low-production, natural images. How can any of Instagram be authentic? Society normalises documenting life whenever you go somewhere or do something. We either end up with glamorous special occasions or questionably pointless shots. I have no idea how to skill “honest” pictures because I don’t actually know when to take out my camera.
I’ve began shooting self-portraits and gradually putting together a different style. I browsed Sarah Jessica Parker’s feed today and noticed how fantastic it was to see living and life gleaning in every scroll. It seems she doesn’t overthink or waste time filtering pictures to neatly align. In attempts to look interesting, should we focus emphasis on looking interesting for ourselves? How much time I’ve wasted on days out, trying to imitate joy in photos. Why not relax and pose however I’m feeling?
Another query I’ve reflected upon. Writing allows personalised snippets to scream out to the world. My blog acts as a therapy session. On a couple of posts, I shed tears unravelling what people don’t know. Will I ever regret it? The link between interest and relatability undoubtedly holds substance for bloggers. That’s how readers get to know you and build connection via technology. It’s a free pass to nosiness and intrigue.
Yet, where does the line draw? Last week I became close to publishing new insight – my fingers glitched away from the publish button. What line do you draw to look interesting and enticing as a writer versus personal space and mystique upheld? Technology invites us to keep revealing, and already subjects such as self-love and sex don’t shock. It’s natural to give away your secrets and let your words mimic your heart – could oversharing get boring?
How comfortable do you feel writing extremely personal on your blog? Do you purposely hide certain experiences?