Monologues of the mind

Instagram Vs Me

Warning: this is more of a short jokey column article you would find in a magazine; I wanted to branch out slightly in style, but not branch away from monologues.
Also I'm not 1v1 a global corporation, don't worry xD
Okay enough from me, enjoy.

~ T.H

So it took me a while to get any kind of social media profiles, due to a mixture of my Mum's rules and my own fears of what it may lead to, such as more bullying. I got my first social media profile at 15, being my Facebook profile, so I was late to the game.
3 years later, I'm 18 and I just made a profile for the last major social media platform.
Vine.
Just kidding, Vine is dead.
Instagram.

So why did I leave this one till last, after getting Facebook, Snapchat, Twitter and WhatsApp before? Because I don't like how I look.

I've always stood behind my words and my personality over my appearance, as an attempt to try and gloss over the mistake that is my body. I knew beauty is subjective, so I wanted to focus on something that was more concrete and solid rather than fleeting and ever-changing. Snapchat suited me, because although you send pictures, I always added funny captions, or stupid filters, to try and cover up; I know I'm the walking stereotype of the funny fat girl, sue me.

And Twitter is amazing because I can post random 2 am thoughts and funny observations from throughout my day, as well as the fact my best friend has a very active profile too; so we would celebrate in our own hilarity and talents together, which is why...
I prefer Twitter over Instagram.

Admittedly I have had Instagram for maybe, 2 hours. But I am already bored. Scrolling through endless mind-numbing pictures, in a format that makes me already tired eyes hurt, has begun to grind away my Instagram hopes and dreams.
I can understand why it's popular, it's a fun app to post pictures of yourself , like Facebook without the guilt of having to justify your narcissism outside the realms of a profile picture; and if you prefer Instagram, that's also equally valid. But I'm not someone who revels in self-confidence easily, but if you are, good for you, you would probably love instagram.

I know that Instagram isn't just for selfies, although the middle age dinosaurs that run newspapers would have you believe that; but my photography isn't that good either. Or my baking skills. Or my cooking skills. Or my fitness (funny fat girl stereotype here), so what am I doing on that platform? I feel fake, as I'm trying to attempt to fit into a certain group type of instagrammers, because I'm not part of just one niche group, I'm Bisexual for goodness sake. Picking one is hard for me.

So in conclusion to this very roundabout thought, Instagram is brilliant for showcasing your talents, but unfortunately my talent is writing, which is hard to capture in a picture.

Which is why I will leave a link to my Twitter page, if you so wish to follow for some unknown reason, maybe you like 2 am thoughts; but I will not leave the link to my Instagram, because who I truly am isn't on that page.

https://twitter.com/PippaVeck