Myself and My Instagram Self.

I have a friend who has a severe ache problem. On Instagram her face is flawless. It is her face, but covered with makeup and a filter to hide the acne. Wanting to hide her acne is not a bad thing because most of us do not want to share our flaws with the world. On Instagram all of her photos are shown of her smiling. Smiling usually makes women look more attractive and approachable. Smiling generally shows happiness and a carefree lifestyle. No one wants to post a photo of them crying or mad.

Even my Instagram are photos of me smiling.  A few photos of my shirt off to show the world that I am physically fit and that it might catch a few likes from the women. I have beach photos to show people that I currently live in the paradise state of Hawaii although I am only here temporarily for a military mission and in a few years I will be back on the mainland probably living in a boring state.

I have photos with friends that only shows that I’m not a lonely person. It doesn’t show whether they are really good friends, or how often I keep in contact with them. I drive a Benz. Most people would have posted a photo of a luxury car the day they bought it because it shows their followers that they are cool, wealthy, successful, and it would attract many likes.

I often think about posting a photo of my Benz, and I would be standing next to it to verify that it is my car. I would get an angle that shows the Benz logo because I want the people who are not car experts to know exactly what I’m driving. Or, I may take the photo from the side of the car to show that it is a coupe and it has big rims.

According to Instagram you would think my life is perfect. I live in Hawaii, I drive a Mercedes, and I am in the Army so I am the least to go hungry in a state that has a high homeless rate. I am grateful for all my blessing, but I still have things that I worry about, sometimes I much rather be home with family because even paradise feels lonely sometimes. The Benz I drive is just a car to get me from point A to point B. Its a 2004 so I bought it used at a good price. I am not a “baller,” and my car is expensive to maintenance. Sometimes I wish I bought an economy car. Yes, my life is good, but it is not as picture perfect as I make it seem on Instagram.