In a world of Kim Kardashian, Basketball Wives and Instagram filters, where have all the real girls gone?
The other night my good friend, Alicia, and I were dishing late into the evening when the topic of fashion blogging came up. Since I run a blog, this isn’t an out of the ordinary topic and we started keke-ing about the different fashion bloggers we love.
As we surfed our favorite sites, Alicia started mimicking the “traditional” blogger poses. You know the ones; legs crossed, hands in hair, distant stare into the horizon. Hysterically laughing, I recognized some of my own What I Wore poses in her impression.
Then the conversation got real. “Why do all bloggers pose like models? What happened to just a pretty girl smiling in a picture? No one smiles anymore. Where are all the real girls?” Alicia questioned.
I thought about it. She was right. More often than not, when perusing the net the images I come across are women striking modelesque poses, squinting eyes and pursed lips in fabulous ensembles and full-face makeup. Not that it’s a crime to be poised, but Alicia, and I quite frankly, wondered where have all the real girls gone?
Now before you jump on this post saying, “Well, what’s a real girl?” Let me clarify. In our social sharing world we’re constantly snapping photos of ourselves. Adding filters, layers and customization to our natural selves. When you see nothing but Kim Kardashian’s airbrushed cheekbones it’s easy to believe that that’s what we should look like, at all times.
But that belief is creating a world where we are not our real selves. And I don’t mean no makeup or a schleppy outfit not worthy of being photographed. I mean presenting our best, most authentic selves to the world, at all times and not hiding behind a “smize”, sexy pout or distant stare.
Being real is about connection, within and without.
As we continued our conversation, Alicia said the reason she reads blogs is because she wants to get to know real girls with great style. “If I wanted a model with an aloof look, I would read fashion magazines,” were her precise words.
I could totally relate. My favorite bloggers are women who I can imagine having fun with, seeking advice or just being great friends. These women are authentic, embody their message and style without sacrificing themselves to the celebrity standard of what a girl should look like.
As we sat there chatting, I snapped a picture of myself, fresh off a 12 hour workday, make up worn off, smiling and posted it to Instagram.
Does this make me a real girl? I guess. But it’s more than just taking a picture. It’s understanding that a smile goes a long way. That pouting in a picture doesn’t make us more sexy or more beautiful; but that embodying who we are, sans pose and pretense, makes us the realest creations ever. One of a kind women, inside and out.
And it doesn’t get any realer than that.