It’s come to my attention that being ‘bad’ isn’t seen as a good thing. When Teresa May gave that cringe worthy interview where she told a reporter the ‘naughtiest’ thing she’d ever done was run through a field of wheat I realised how out of touch with reality she was. It’s no longer just politicians who are forced to present a perfect facade free from blemish and scandal – more and more pressure is being placed on influencers and bloggers. Firstly the expectation of have a perfectly instagrammable life and secondly an endless wardrobe. I’ve given up on both – this mlm off the shoulder dress was an investment I made last summer and I have no shame in carting it out again!
I love the beauty and polish of Instagram feeds and YouTube videos but there’s a part of me that wants to see something a little bit more real. There are lots of people who have grown quicker than they could imagine – who are now under a tremendous amount of pressure to watch their language, not to drink, not to be unhappy. To be perfect – to be a real life Disney film of brunches, white sand beaches and millionaires properties.
Ah such a hypocrite I am! I remark on the lack of ‘reality’ and the pressure to ‘go Disney’ yet I share these pretty pictures. The reality is these were taken in the scorching heat whilst a cloud was covering the sun, I was irritable – sweating like a *insert priest joke here* and in agony from where I had just dislocated my knee. Is it possible to reach a balance between what images I want to take, images you will engage with and a dose of reality?
(See I told you it was oldie! Last time I wore this on here)