I’m not a selfie poster. At first I didn’t see why I needed to post a picture of myself if what I was promoting was my writing, but I realized as time went on that people think you’re a bot if there is no sign of human form on your feed. I dunno maybe that’s just a strong arm tactic to get people to post their likeness. I don’t like pictures and sometimes I’m wildly photogenic and other times I’m swept back to that awkward middle school phase. This inconsistency of picture taking for me is enough to keep me behind the camera and not in front of it.
Want to know what I do like? Filters. I know I’m supposed to think filters are bad and I’m so vain for liking and using them and that’s not real beauty. Blah, blah, blah. Talk to me in 20 years and if you are a peer – whatevs, stop projecting your shit on me, I’m not your bitch. I’ve had no work or enhancements done on any part of my body. What you see is what you get other than those lovely filters. I keep saying I’m going to do the fillers around my mouth because I smile and laugh a lot and those lines are running pretty deep.
But I’ll let you in on a little secret, I’m a great big chicken. I hate needles and I won’t say never because you know, never say never, but it’s going to take a Napoleon level of ego to get me to go under the knife to stem the aging process or make up for my lack of God given beauty marks. So all I can do to mitigate the march of time is exercise, sleep, water, some vitamins and yes those bloody genius filters.
I can’t say I’ll be posting a whole ton of selfies. It’s just not me. But when I do don’t be surprised to be met by Gazzette Mia.