It's 10pm, Friday 1st January. I've just jumped out the shower and I'm sat by the fire, still at home, complete with dressing gown and a towel still on my head. Totally glam, I know. I've just put my phone down from one of my many, daily, scrolls through Instagram, and after a quick check of my own feed, I began thinking.
I go through a lot of selfie phases. Some weeks I'll take loads, some weeks I'll upload loads, and, some weeks, I'll take none at all (because even I'm aware that my face shouldn't be put anywhere near a camera). But, a few years ago, there'd have been no way that I'd have uploaded even one, for fear that all 25 of my Instagram followers were going to judge me for being vain and loving myself too much. But, I feel like the selfie game has kinda changed since then.
Let's not even pretend that we don't all have hundreds of selfies on our phones. Cause, well, we deffs have. And, when you think about it, it kinda makes sense. Who better to take a photo of our own face than ourselves, right?
We know what angles to avoid that give us a wonky smile and a double chin.
We know what lighting compliments our skin, and what lighting kinda makes us look a little grey.
Taking our own photo's means that we have an unlimited amount of shots. Cause even your closest gal pals would probs get annoyed after take no. 35.
So, I say that we should all up our selfie game, continue to share the love on each others selfies, and stop being too concerned if we've got too many photo's of our face in our last 9 insta posts.
ITS YOU AND YOU'RE AWESOME.