Confession: I instagram stalk. It's the new form of stalking that has replaced blog stalking. 789 photos that aren't private? Don't mind if I do.
But here is the thing, the majority of them that I stalk, 99.9% are of these women that I just don't understand how they work, function, handle life. They all represent my "dream", large family, succesful husband, beautiful home, and I mean bee you tee full. Perfect fashion sense, artists, famous friends and plenty of selfies to feed my obsession. Their lives look perfect.
And I know, I know, I know, no one has a perfect life.
But you know, I'm young (ha) and I still like to dream that maybe someone is figuring it out.
Question: How DO THEY DO IT? They post pictures of their amazing desserts, and they are stick thin. They exercise with their husbands. What? Their kids have cute and new clothes. They have nice cars. They have time to look fantastic all the time. I just don't get it. And yes, I know these are just .1 millisecond snippets of their lives and it can be made to look too perfect. But...
Here is the rub,
I like it.
I like how perfect it looks and I feel like it motivates me (but it makes me depressed at the same time). And i realized it might be a replacement for hollywood media for me. Yes, I cut out that media from my diet a long time ago. No people.com, or celebrity fashion sites or even mainstream tv shows. The only snippets I get are the 2 minutes in line at the grocery store, and even the covers of them make me gag now. Watching and seeing those women made me feel incredibly incapable of success. I thought it was motivating, but it never helped an ounce. Once I stopped keeping up with the gossip and fashion and all that what-not I experienced a happiness I hadn't had for a long time. I love it. Very freeing. Like going to the beach and realizing you are, thankfully, doing a pretty ok job so far.
So maybe a new diet is in order. A perfect people diet, to not follow blogs or instagram accounts of people I don't know. Or heavens to Betsy the home tours on designmom.com. Oh! Those throw me into a spiral. Because not knowing them creates a level of idealism that I can't handle. I know my friends, I know their trials and I love them tremendously and completely. They inspire me, and lift me, and motivate me. And, most importantly, they know me. The real me, not the wwwdotme.
What about you? Have you gone on a media diet and it worked and stuck? Or do those things never bother you?