In the case of loud mouths and extremely talkitive people- myself at the top of the list of such people, silence speaks louder than all all word and actions. My written silence however, is not an example of this. Amidst assignments, aspirations and self development, a growing fear of inadequacies arose. Perhaps from overexposure to judgemental comments on artful pieces, which started out as an entertainment break from perfect selfies and well laid out table setting from bloggers and influencers alike. Dulled by the trudge of perfection, solicited by instagrams new algorithm, my visual, aethetics and woke millennials sense needed a refresher. It needed stretch marks and neutral commentary abreast "yaasss queen, slay us all" and air brushing softer than Ponds can ever imagine the skin to be.
Cue Twitter: Week 1, what's a subtweet? Week 2, OMG I have 7 followers! Week 3, SO MANY GIRLS ARE MISSING!? Week 4, I give TED talks every 280 characters, thanks for coming. Week 5, how is it 1am I logged on for 5 minuted at 9? Feeling refreshed and somewhat feistier- which I'm sure none of my romantic partners would ever have thought possible. I have gotten over my lulling plight of avoiding posting anything. Cycles of mass excitement followed by surrealist avoidance of creating posts, daunt me with ever passing year. Its a phase that I'm somewhat sorry we all have to bear but sometimes we need to take time for ourselves. To reflect, to finish assignments, to procrastinate finishing assignments, to maybe extend one's blog to include an online store or to try some things and fail at them so your biopic can have some juice to it and simply to just remember who you are. Oversharing is a commonality in our 'Like', 'Share' and 'Friend' society and for concious serenity and so as not to become another 'user' we all need a break so that we can form our own thoughts and opinions.
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STYLING & MODEL: KIARA DANIELLE PATHER PHOTOGRAPHY: LAYLA SHAIK WORDS: KIARA DANIELLE PATHER |