When Instagram came out a few years ago, I was one of the first people on it. I didn’t know what the heck I was doing. I posted pictures of stuff, chose a filter, and posted it. In fact, here’s my first instagram picture (taken on my old iPhone 3S, no less!):
Talk about artistic. I’m a real natural. Back then, nobody really cared what was on Instagram.
It seems nowadays I find myself playing the comparison game. Why don’t I have spotless house? Why aren’t my kids dressed perfectly with top knot headwraps, custom leggings and gold mocassins? How come I don’t own a pair of Valentino Rock Studs? Most importantly, WHY DON’T I OWN GOLD SCISSORS?!
The funny thing is, Instagram is in no way real life. It is no way the “instantaneous moment” that we are all led to believe, or what the app was sort of created for.
It’s become highly editorialized. Beautiful pictures taken on professional cameras with perfectly staged photos and the perfect lighting. People become Instagram Famous. Yes, that’s really a thing. Heck, I even bought a FlashAir SD Card so I could send photos from my DSLR to my phone so I can post to Instagram. We are all a sucker for pretty things, pretty photos, and making our lives look more grand then they actually are. It’s fun to make Instagram a pretty place, but we need to remember that Instagram is not real life.
My Instagram feed looks like this:
I try to keep my Instagram as real while also being pretty as I can. My real life looks a little more like this:
Moments. Lots of fun moments that are hard to capture. Like when Kennedy tries to put chapstick on me or dips her fingers into my MAC Melba blush and then all over her face. Or when Katie’s little boy gets awesome pics of my girls from his new iPod. Or Caroline’s cute pajamas. Or when my girls take baths together and Caroline acts like it’s the coolest thing in the world. Some pictures are kind of blurry, and all are not staged. But it’s my life, and it’s on my camera roll.
Oh, and we can’t forget about what’s going on here. My living room. You know, the place where we live most of the time. Toys and baby gear everywhere. A pantsless toddler. Aladdin (or “Maladdin” as Kennedy calls it) on the TV. Pillows, blankets, sippy cups. A mess on the kitchen table. A Bumbo atop the table, creating a potential infant hazard. Oh and my beautiful blogging “office”? It’s a wingback chair in which is also referred to as the breastfeeding throne. Yes, people. This is where the magic happens. Aren’t you content in knowing that I blog and breastfeed in the same spot? Nourishment for all, body and mind.
While it’s perfectly fun and normal to put your best self on social media, we don’t have magical, perfectly staged, well-lit, and spotless lives. Stop comparing yourself and refuse to let yourself fall into the Social Media Comparison Pit. Have fun with social media, but just let it be what it is. But don’t stop taking those pictures. Create those memories. Let the camera roll fill up with blurry photos and pictures of toddlers with blush all over their faces. (Or videos of your kid mispronouncing Star Wars. Sorry, had to throw that in there again. It just never gets old.)