Of all the things blogging has brought to my life, a strong selfie game is not one of them. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm destined to be a horrible selfie taker. Besides my T-Rex like arms, I simply don't have the will or natural selfie abilities that so many people today seem to have. Maybe it's because I was born outside the generation of selfiers, but something about the concept has always eluded me. No judgement to anyone who loves a good selfie, but I do have a certain bone to pick with selfie nation.
I love that selfies can empower people, share a moment, or capture a mood, but I hate that selfies can silently also be vessels of self-doubt and insecurities. And for what purpose?
A selfie doesn't actually show anything about me, nothing that I'm all that proud of any way. Selfies can't show the type of people we are or the beauty we hold on the inside. In fact, a focus on external things, our make up, appearances, or a number of likes in the unforgiving world of social media is the enemy of inner beauty. Sure, we all love to see the inside of people's car - where the best selfie lighting seems to reside - but I question the selfie's motive. To me, the selfie is the small talk of social media. It doesn't tell me anything ABOUT you.
So, today, on #NationalSelfieDay, I'll ponder the great obsession we have as a nation with our faces. I'll peek in on my friend's selfies and smile, because their faces make me happy. But most of all, I'll send some positivity out into the world and remind us that our 'self' should never get less attention than our selfies.