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Selfies + a giveaway of sorts




You may have or may not have know that I gave up selfies for lent. It was a joke, obviously. I certainly don't take selfies everyday for the hell of it, but being a blogger of the fashion/beauty variety taking pictures of myself is a central point of my life. My blog during lent had no outfit photos, my Facebook profile picture was an Instagram I took in a mirror just before lent where my phone covered part of my face, I had to take pictures of my choice of lipstick rather than take a picture of my face whilst using it and has to badger my friends more than usual to do my outfit photos.

And it did end up being surprisingly annoying not being able to take selfies.

Situations when I found myself going 'oh fuck you lent':
  • Wearing my new batman pyjamas
  • Every new outfit this month
  • My first time wearing orange lipstick
  • How excited my face was when seeing the Backstreet Boys
  • The RSPCA #makeovertheworld campaign 
  • The cancer awareness selfie (which I probably wouldn't have done, and no one tagged me anyway)
Selfies are weird, let's be real here. Taking a picture of yourself (or several, and choosing the nicest one) and uploading it to the internet is a bit bizarre, if you really think about it. But self-portraits go back centuries, and I have photos of myself as a kid taking pictures in the mirror, well before Tom came along with the MySpace. And some people think it's odder to take a picture of your lunch, which is the Instagram cliché I'm most guilty of (and as I typed that sentence I realised what a more challenging lent might have been).

I know some of the main criticisms of selfies: it's gratification for how we look and can encourage bad body image when we forget about filters and that the person probably practised their pose. I'll be one to admit that when I upload a new Facebook profile picture notifications of people liking it can feel like a drug. Even though I have gotten my knickers in a twist that a new profile picture can gain 20-odd likes but a status about an important issue would be lucky if it receives five.

But then you can argue that the abundance of regular people taking photos of themselves exposes society to what real people look like. One of things I've always loved about fashion and beauty blogging is that anyone can start one. Other roles in the fashion industry require a modelling agency to deem someone pretty enough but all you need to become a fashion blogger is a camera, an internet connection and an interest in fashion. Some of my favourite bloggers are ones who don't look dissimilar to myself - and no matter someone's personal appearance they will already be represented in the blogging community (plus-size, sub-cultures, over-30, unconventionally pretty, short, tall, physical disability, short hair, can't walk in heels - it's out there).

Something I had been trying to do with the selfies I took coming up to lent was to take photos that looked a lot more like me. And not me after ten attempts at the perfect pose, sucked in cheekbones, full make-up and 3 different filters. These pictures might have not received as many likes as the ones I spend ten minutes trying to get right, but at least I'm being a bit more honest about my genetics. That, and I don't want to be the person that I normally laugh at on Facebook who's profile picture looks nothing like their more candid photos (or in real life).

But alas, despite lent and this blog post I did manage to accidentally take a selfie without thinking (technically two but they were right beside each other). Whoever spots it (it's of my face not my feet or my Batman top) and is first to tweet me (no other entry will be counted) with a link to where on the internet it is gets a ModelsOwn nail polish of their choosing (as long as it's £5). If you don't wear nail polish or have an extra Y chromosome then we'll work something out to the same value as a fiver.

Ooooo, nail polish!



Morag x


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