As I scroll through my Instagram account, I’m berated by beautiful pictures of well-behaved children gazed upon by their flawless looking mothers. It’s all smiles and love, with hashtags like #lovethem and #perfectfamily. Won’t lie… half those pictures are my own damn posts. But as we know, social media sites allow us to share our most shareable moments while hiding our most embarrassing or depressing. We are now even able to add filters to make our dark circles disappear and our skin look flawless. I’m a frequent user of the “make-me-sexy” lens on Snapchat. One slide of my finger and I look amazing. Add that “flower-crown”thing and I’m straight out of a magazine.
For the sake of being transparent and (fingers crossed) entertaining, I thought I’d give you glance of my reality juxtaposition with my social media “perfect life”.
The three pics above were taken within minutes of one another, and holy, what a difference. The one on the left gives the impression of amazingly clear and even skin, which I do not have. My smile lines are diminished and the lighting even shouts “I’m so happy!” I’m mid-makeover in the middle picture, and you guessed it… that’s me on the right, void of any filters, lenses, photoshopping or editing. Wrinkly, greasy forehead and all!
Now look at those adorable kids below! And yes, they are that adorable in real life, but they are hardly ever snuggling lovingly like that (there is that one MMA throw they do that kind of resembles a snuggle, but usually ends in screams and tears).
Do you realize the kind of parental work that was involved in capturing a moment like this? This didn’t happen naturally. I didn’t walk in on this display of sibling love. I ordered it. I traded cookies and Legos for a moment like this. They were also confined to a playpen so I could ensure no running away or rolling out of camera view. I don’t tend to go for the camera in the midst of one of their “his foot is touching me” fits, even though that is a more common moment than any display of brotherly affection.
They do love each other though… honest.
It’s easy for me to keep perspective now. I’m 32 and in a happy relationship with very little to prove to very few. I’m happy in my squishy, pock-marked skin. It would be a different story if these apps were available when I was a teen. I cared oh-so-much about what other people thought of me. I’m not sure if at that age I would be able to differentiate real life and social media. I feel for the kids out there today that have to navigate through an over-saturated social media world while still dealing with being an awkward teenager.
Do you have a double-chin pic you accidentally took of yourself or a cute video of the kids that turned WWE? Share or comment below with your most #unshareablemoment.