I clicked on the latest Sprinkle Of Glitter video this weekend without really thinking about it. I really like Louise – I think she’s bubbly and chatty and her videos are good fun – but this one in particular really struck a chord with me, and I wanted to write a little post to say how much I support it (go and watch it here).
She talks about girls who comment on photographs of herself and her friends – the ‘famous’ Youtubers and bloggers – putting things like ‘I wish I was you,’ or ‘I idolise you.’ As she put it, in a funny yet oddly poignant way, ‘Don’t! You shouldn’t!’ And the reason it struck a chord with me is that I have noticed a huge increase recently, particularly on mediums like Instagram and Bloglovin’, in girls writing comments like that – ‘Can’t I just be you?’ ‘Why don’t I have your life?’ ‘It’s not fair, why are you so perfect?’
There’s nothing wrong with being a fan of someone, and if you look at photographs of Louise and think ‘wow, I’d really like curly, pink dip-dyed hair,’ or ‘she’s really pretty, I wonder what lipstick she uses,’ then great, that’s just using someone as your inspiration and that’s fine. But to look at someone and actually feel upset that you are you, not them – I think that’s really sad, and more dangerously, it’s artificial. It’s a fantasy, as false as looking at an airbrushed photograph of a stick thin model and wishing you looked like them. People’s internet lives are not reality. It really brought into mind this quote for me...
Louise has beautiful hair and her daughter is super cute and her pink bedroom is beautiful. Similarly her friend Zoe, or Zoella, gets a LOT of this stuff, and now don’t get me wrong – I think she’s beautiful, and her flat looks lovely, and she has two cute guinea pigs and a good looking, equally Youtube famous boyfriend.
But… and I think herein lies the rub…that’s just the stuff they choose to show you. It’s really easy to take an Instagram photo of a strawberry milkshake in a jam jar with a pink and white straw, balanced on a pretty copy of The Perks Of Being A Wallflower, and you post it and people think that’s your life – which obviously, to a degree, it is. And that part of life is lovely and deserves appreciating. As do cute guinea pigs and babies, good hair days, tidy flat days, and the times when you make a meal and suddenly think ‘God, I should’ve been on Masterchef.’
But I think it’s important to remember their lives – just like your life – will also consist of early mornings when you don’t want to get up, and cleaning the bath, and trying to find your keys in your handbag when you’ve just painted your nails, and those days when your make up looks wrong and you just don’t know why, and arguing with your boyfriend because you knew you were going to miss the train, and eating grated cheese out of the packet and finding a rogue hair growing out of your chin and getting dressed in clothes you found in a pile on the floor and spending an entire hour on the phone to your electricity company and wishing you looked like Mila Kunis, even though she does all these things too.
Ultimately, we’re all human. I’m not a big blogger, but I’ve still had a couple of ‘your blog always makes me feel jealous,’ type comments, and I find that bizarre enough, so god knows how huge bloggers and Youtubers deal with this kind of next-level admiration. It’s a weird feeling, because people are jealous, but they’re jealous of something that just isn’t real. A life that doesn’t exist.
I suppose all I’m trying to say is that we’re all human, nobody is perfect, and elevating people onto a perfect level makes you feel bad and them feel awkward. Louise and Zoe are lovely, pretty girls, but they’re not perfect. You are enough, without needing to be anyone else – you are good enough just the way you are.
Okay…I’m climbing down from my soap box now – thank you for reading!
(Pictures from Pinterest)