Every time I open my Instagram feed, I am exposed to the most incredible, fairytale-like and inspiring photographs of Instagrammers who share their perfect dream life. Do not get me wrong, I love it and I have to admit I’m quite addicted to Instagram. I think it’s an amazing way to share photographs, to see beauty in simplicity, to get a glimpse of life on the other side of the world and to meet new people. When I visited New York a few months ago, I met a girl from Instagram and we had a lovely afternoon chatting away at the Bluestone Lane Café in Greenwich Village. And it’s not just me. I’ve enjoyed lots of stories of people who moved to a new city and met some of their best friends through Instagram. After all, you share the same love for a city and you have the same interests and taste. So I definitely think Instagram is quite amazing.
However, there is a big difference between real life and the dream life we post on Instagram. We’re all supposed to know that the filtered and polished photographs and pretty selfies – after all, selfies are the perfect way to create a desired or imagined identity – we post on Instagram do not reflect our actual, imperfect life. And we do know this, but I – and somehow I don’t think I’m the only one – forget that little fact quite often when I’m at home enjoying a cup of English tea on a grey and rainy day, while other Instagrammers seem to have a far more interesting life. They travel all the time and look effortlessly chic while doing it, they have impeccable taste and style, they always stay in the nicest hotels with ocean views and they all seem to be blissfully happy.
Sometimes I feel like I’m no different. I only post photos of the weekends I spent in Paris, the macarons I bought at Ladurée, the amazing week I spent in New York City, the birthday high tea I organized for my closest friends and so on. People might get the idea that my life revolves around French macarons, city trips and lots of dinners with loved ones. But at the same time, I sometimes feel my life is quite boring compared to the rose-tinted lives of other Instagrammers. Especially when I spend my Friday evening at home, snuggled up in my bed with a blanket, while everyone else is having cocktails at the newly opened café. Or when I spend the afternoon enjoying lots of chocolate (as you may have noticed, I have a terrible sweet tooth) while other Instagrammers are spending their day playing tennis or having a healthy lunch with lots of vegetables.
For me, I think it’s time to realize that the romantic photographs we post on Instagram are not a reflection of our lives. There are times we feel sad, heartbroken and less than confident, but we prefer not to share these moments with other Instagrammers. And why would we? However, we have to keep in mind that everyone, including the seemingly perfect Instagrammers, experiences these feelings and that it’s perfectly ok to feel like this. I will try to remember this and keep a healthy dose of reality next time I visit Instagram. By writing this blog post, I hope it inspires people to admit we aren’t perfect. And that’s perfectly fine.