It’s embarrassing to admit how wrapped up I was in a world of virtual vanity
I’m a social networking over-sharer, there is no doubt about it. I find myself writing tweets, sending snaps, posting pictures of nonsense because I feel like a few likes or retweets would make me feel better, if I was feeling down I’d post a selfie on instagram and rely on the likes to cheer me up.
It’s embarrassing to admit how wrapped up I was in a world of virtual vanity, it got to the point where I’d only post pictures I knew would get likes (hello lace bras). I’ve always been self-concious not only in real life but in internet life too and getting likes of pictures of me was great at first but this constant need for virtual appreciation has only made it worse, I’d stare at a picture of myself until I hate it, I’d constantly check my phone to make sure someone had liked it, I’d feel awful about myself if less than the magic 11 liked it.
I don’t want to be that person, Timehop, you know that embarrassing app, constantly reminds me of the girl I used to be sharing photos because I liked them and I did not give a single fuck about what I looked like or how many likes I got – I liked it and that’s all that matters. I want to be that girl again.
Now I’m so aware of what an obsessive I’ve become I’m putting an end to it, I want to be living in the now not living online, I’m not giving up on social media because I still enjoy it, it’s a great way to connect with people (and it’s my job so I’ve sorta got to stick it out). I won’t however be relying on social media to alter how I’m feeling, that’s all down to me and the world around me – not how many likes I’m getting on a picture of new shoes.
If you’re constantly looking down at your phone you are missing so many moments happening right in front of you.