I’m not the biggest fan in the world of taking selfies. When the Asian wedding season(s) are upon us, I know it’ll be the very few times in a year that I’ll take them. My birthday is the only other time I’m happy taking selfies. In my phone gallery, I have around 1,000-2,000 photographs. These are mostly memes, screenshots, quotes and not even a half equates to the amount of selfies I have on my phone.
I have a serious problem with selfies and that’s nothing to do with materialism. I feel the opposite way, I am all for taking selfies especially when I see people who are are loving how they look, whether au naturale or they’ve dressed up. If you’re feeling yourself, take one!
My issue(s, to be clear) is that I could take ten different selfies, in ten different poses, in ten different angles, in ten different lightings and I will not look the same in a single picture! Why?! Why?! My features are such that they’re easily mouldable and that can be a great thing if I was a foot taller and a model.
At this point, I don’t even look like me in videos (at least that’s what people say-a-ay, ay-ay…). No, at this point, I don’t think I’m aware of how I even look. People usually have a different opinion of how I look too. I don’t even know what my skin tone is because some people say I’m light and others say olive and some more say I’m tanned. To average it out (thanks Maths!) I just say that I’m olive because even olive has variations.
Recently, I attended two weddings; one of a family member and the other of my mums best friends son who, by the way, on the journey to the wedding venue got us lost because he wanted to show off his car and take a cruise. During both these weddings, I took numerous, countless selfies and I came to this realisation: up close – angel, far away – the devil incarnate. When I take up close selfies, I look like an angel with my sharp jawline, round cheeks and soft eyes. I am innocence personified. Now, take a full picture of me: my eyes are direct, even predatory, my entire form looks like the devil incarnate. I look like the kind of person who takes over your life and everything in it. Whilst some may say I look sexy, which, fine, is very nice to hear, I tend to prefer cute over sexy. Sexy is for the special areas and cute is for the heart, for me, personally (don’t get wound up).
I just don’t understand how just a small matter of distance can make such a difference to how somebody looks. I am having to go to various lengths to try and attempt to be as authentic as possible and I feel like it’s an impossible feat at this rate. I used to not even like to allow people who don’t already know me and how I look to follow me on Instagram, especially as you know if they might have a special kind of interest. But I can’t. I can’t anymore. It’s so much effort for something that’s not as important. So, I will take them however I want and that’s just going to be the way it is, ainsi sera (but I keep moving, can’t stop, won’t stop grooving).
On a side note, feel free to follow me on Instagram: sophismaax. (Without the full-stop/period). I just realised I have a flower on my caption, that needs to go down no matter the aesthetics because it’s just not me.
Let me know what your problem(s) with selfies are!
[Photo credit belongs to freepik]