I’m not ashamed to admit I’m a big fan of Instagram. It’s actually become my favorite form of social media as of late. That being said, I’m also not afraid to admit that more times not, I just don’t get it right. I don’t get it right at all.
I don’t know if I just get caught up in the fun of it or what, but sometimes I’ll post something that I almost immediately regret. I’ll occasionally post things that have no business being out there for everyone to see because they’re just that stupid. But there’s something inside of me (pride perhaps?) that simply won’t let me take it down either. It’s like I want to torture myself for being such an idiot for posting something that dumb that I insist on making myself suffer the shame of leaving it up.
I feel like I should just say that today’s post is completely inspired by this photo that I posted on Instagram last week:
I just stumbled across this photo after not having seen it for years and thought it was so incredibly awkward that I just had to post it on Instagram for all to see. It was also one of those photos where right as I hit “share” I immediately regretted it. No one wants to see me in a track uniform. It’s just uncomfortable. However in this photo an idea was born. And thus I present to you…
#1. The “bathroom selfie.”
Look at me! I’m doing yoga in front of water and want everyone to know about it! This isn’t even a good photo, I was obviously just a little proud of myself for making the effort… Sorry for sucking.
Does somebody want to be a fashion blogger or what? I’m not against these photos when they’re done by fashion bloggers, but I am against them when they’re done by posers. Like myself. Who am I trying to fool with this?
A wrap with salmon and capers?! Well that’s just mind blowing, totally worthy of showing everyone. I feel like a caveman might as well have posted this with the caption “me food.”
What can I say, I just really liked this statuette when I was little. And in hindsight, I just realized how odd it was that a bunch of eight-year-old girls were dancing in two-piece shimmery outfits to a song with lyrics that went “1, 2, 3, 4 get your woman on the floor… gotta gotta get up to get down….” But it was an awesome dance so whatever.
#7. The “I just can’t.”
Again, this was intended as a joke. But that doesn’t hide the fact it still makes me very uncomfortable to look at. Dressing room, stomach showing, crop top, creepy smile, the list could go on and on…
But why wouldn’t someone want to see my senior-year-of-high school I.D. card?
Another bathroom photo. Not okay.