Because sometimes I feel like an insecure teenager on Instagram and suddenly start questioning everything I do. Is that pathetic and a little sad? Absolutely. But I can't help myself, I'm a blogger. This is my business. If I don't keep up, I'll be left in the Valencia filtered dust.
Thus I present to you: the inner thoughts of a blogger while scrolling on Instagram.
I hope people like this photo.
If no one likes this photo in 1 minute I'm taking it down.
Okay I'm taking it down. I knew it was dumb.
I hope no one notices I took it down.
I wonder which photo I should post? (When choosing between 45 identical photos.)
But which filter fits the mood best?
Forget it, I'm not posting anything.
This girl's photos are so staged.
I should probably get better at staging photos.
I wonder how many followers I'll lose when I post this?
How does she already have 20k followers? Didn't she just start blogging a month ago?
Fashion bloggers. Typical.
Damn, I like blanket scarves.
I need more blanket scarves.
I should redo a room in my house.
I bet she gets so much free stuff.
Wonder how much she got paid to post a photo of toilet paper?
I should probably get a white fur rug asap.
I don't know why I'm liking this photo but I am.
Shit!!!! (When you accidentally hit share too soon.)
Wow, hashtag much?
I should probably hashtag more.
That is the dumbest photo ever.
But I like it.
Now how in the hell did she take that photo on her own?
She must have the longest arm ever.
Another "loop" giveaway?
Ugh those are the worst.
I'll never do one again.
Unless someone asks me. Why? Are you hosting one?
I feel like a total loser posting this.
My non-blog friends are going to think I'm such a creep.
I wonder if I tag the brand if they'll repost me?
WHY haven't they reposted my photo?
I hate Instagram.
I love Instagram.
But mostly I hate it.
The struggle is real. The photos are fake. Plug----> Follow @taylorgracewolfe
Can we go back to words trumping photos? Anyone? Anyone? Okay.