Ahh life. It’s confusing at times. The lines between what is “right” and what is “wrong” are becoming more and more blurred. What someone might see to be liberating another might see to be attention seeking. What someone sees as self-loving another will see as self-obsessed. What someone sees as being confident another will see as pathetically insecure.
It’s pretty much guaranteed that each time you pop on to social media, you will see a photo of a girl in a bikini. Whether it the latest brand of clothing you have followed or a friend of a friend’s cousin that for some reason you still have an interest in, there is mostly going to be some kind of representation of a semi-naked woman.
Last week I uploaded a photo of myself in a bikini to my Instagram story. This photo was up for a total of three hours before my brain completely over thought the choice I had made and I deleted it.
I was walking with a friend that afternoon and she asked me why I had chosen to delete it, after over 200 of my followers had already seen it.
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“It’s just not me,” I said. “I am the awkward, snorts when she laughs girl. I don’t think I am the sexy bikini-photo-uploading girl.”
The more I thought about my comment the more I realised I had just lumped every woman into one of two baskets.
Basket One: The confident bikini photo uploading woman.
Basket Two: Everyone else.
This is NOT something I am proud of.
In the three hours the photo was visable to my Instagram followers many thoughts were running through my head.
Some of these thoughts were as followed….
Why would you even upload that? Your body is gross. Delete it.
Is this really how you want people to perceive you?
You have a brain. Don’t be seen just for your body.
You are not a good example for young women if you keep that photo up.
You are completely sending the wrong message about yourself.
I would keep going, but I think you get the picture.
I realised by thinking these things, I was doing a complete disservice not only to myself but to women everywhere.