This morning as I was checking each of my social media feeds, I noticed that one of my friends had tagged me for the #shittyselfie challenge on Instagram. Having no idea what it was, I started poking around, checking out some pictures that had been posted to get a feel for what it was all about.
Tracing it back, I found this original post from the one-and-only Arlene Dickinson:
I’m going to start a fad. #shittyselfies We all take these pics and then throw them away because heaven forbid someone sees us not smiling and looking perfect from our hair to our makeup. Heck I could fill an IG account alone with the bad ones I’ve taken of just me or with other people. How about you? Show me your brave 🙂 *update @angiecampanelli has nominated some wonderful strong ballsy women to share their #shittyselfies #realtalk #badhair #badmakeup #nosmile #whocares #real #badlighting I nominate @Lisatant @natashankpr @kstew_1 @tanya_kim1 @taraslone @hilariabaldwin @fleiwekebodie @jannarden @imkatrinawu @mrsdaniellegraham. Nominate someone and let’s keep real alive.
Definitely a message I could get behind, I grabbed my phone and took a quick snap.
But I didn’t really like it, my face was a bit scrunched and weird, so I took another one.
And then another one.
And then another.
Until this happened:
I had taken a bazillion photos, just to get the “right” one, defeating the entire purpose of the project.
Mad at myself (but also kind of thankful for realizing how ridiculous I was being), not only for attempting to cheat at the challenge, but for even considering any of those “outtakes” to be shitty in the first place.
No, I didn’t have makeup on.
No, I wasn’t professionally lit or filtered.
But it was still me, doing life, messy hair, acne scars and all.
So at the risk of being a total wet blanket, I decided I wasn’t going to participate, at least not in the typical sense.
I would post a shitty selfie, alright. But if I was going to do this it was going to be the absolute shittiest of all the shitty selfies in the history of the Internet.
I am so proud to say that in one glorious take, I think I nailed it:
If we want to live “authentically” or be more “real” or whatever the latest buzzword is for ditching perfectionism, we could start by not calling ourselves shitty when we’re doing it.
Because there’s nothing shitty about being yourself.