Work has been loads of fun. This week’s project really opened my eyes to the world of blogging from an angle that, while everyone else had seen it from, I had ignored.
The lifestyle and beauty blog world. Yes, it’s a world, and world that I am definitely not meant to be a part of.
If you don’t know what I am referring to, you can get a sense here.
I was sent on an online trek to find beauty and lifestyle bloggers to help us market our clients’ practices. If you’ve ever read a beauty/lifestyle blog, then you know the typical clean white background, dainty writing, and the endorsement of luxury products you probably will never go out and buy.
Because who needs to pay full price on a Chanel purse when Marshalls exists? Maybe it’s just me and my thrifty sense of style, but I am assuming other women in their twenties can’t just drop a thousand dollars on a designer handbag.
Their lifestyles, while glamorous, seem unrealistic, expensive, and staged.
However, since I believe honesty is the best policy here, I have to say that reading at least one hundred of those today, I felt my life could not measure up.
Fuck. I fell into the trap of comparison.
Even when I knew it was all staged: their perfect outfits, their perfect skin, perfect apartments in perfect cities, perfect boyfriends, and even perfect “imperfections.”
It’s all so perfect!
Meanwhile, I am here, dropping F bombs in my posts, getting slightly too personal, and probably on my fourth cup of coffee.
The cherry on top of my pity sundae was neatly placed there when I ran across a blog that used the same theme as my own. Except, it was BEAUTIFUL. Suddenly, I didn’t know what I am doing with this thing or what direction I want it to head.
At the moment, it’s personal but is anyone actually interested in what the hell I have to say?
Moral of the story is that I need your help. I want to know what you want to read and if it’s something I can deliver (and enjoy delivering), then I am down.
Comment, email, subscribe, HELP A SISTA OUT…please.
But, rest assured, that “chic” ain’t my style.
That’s all for today. Thank you for reading.