“You need to stop taking so many selfies, Sarah,” two notable friends have said to me on separate occasions.
“Why?” I asked. The real question I wanted to ask was, does it matter to you what I do on my social media? But, of course, the more peaceful approach is just to question why.
“Because it makes people think you’re narcissistic,” or “Because you look really into yourself and it doesn’t help your career.”
It’s the new thing to criticize: selfies. People follow major celebrities or personalities like the Kardashian/Jenner clan, who take hundreds of selfies and have it in their mind that it all means the same thing: arrogance, shallow, narcissism. One time I remember becoming defensive and saying, “well then they don’t know me,” and the other time I said, “I don’t care what people think of me”. But, the thing is my reaction coming out defensively proves the contrary. I then had to do some investigating of these feelings, which took me a while. What was it about two females, both of whom are my friends, saying almost the same thing, causing my feelings to get hurt?
Here’s what I discovered.
I don’t think it’s a surprise to many, if you’ve read any of my other writings, that growing up, I struggled a lot with my appearance. As a young child, I went through the typical “awkward” stage, where I had braces, acne and felt completely out of place. But, there was something more. A deep-rooted disdain of Self that went beyond “the norm.” I felt more than just out of place because I was growing breasts and seemed to be branded forever with an acne-ridden forehead. It was more than having growth spurts and new hormones to get accustomed to.
For as long as I can remember, my standard of beauty was something outside of myself. I looked at the television and movies screens and was told what was pretty and popular. Characters like Kelly, Joey, Cher and so many others told me what was considered attractive. Unfortunately, none of those girls looked anything like me. Now, before rolling your eyes and saying my selfie-number is due to a lack of self-esteem, hear me out.
Imagine a young girl, around the age of ten years old, growing up in a school where her differences in appearance were discussed, but only on a very Politically Correct level. In third grade when asked by a classmate if I was adopted, there was no one to talk about the fact that even though I was brown, my mother could be white. How did that make me feel? The boy was harmless, my school incredibly progressive in terms of race, gender and sexual orientation equality, but even then… no one was there to discuss interracial children or their appearance. Fast-forward a couple of years when hormones really kick in and, at least for me, all I wanted to do was be a part of the dating pool. My awkwardness in full affect and the desire to look like girls like Caitie, Megan, and Elizabeth had peaked. Why couldn’t I be beautiful like them? A question, which might have been translated as, why can’t I be white and blonde? Certain distinctions that, to me, determined my level of attractiveness to the popular boys like Nate, Dan and George.
In high school and college I started liking the boys who thought my beauty was greater than my white girl counterparts. Although confident, it was a falsity. My confidence came from the fact that there were at least Black, Hispanic and/or mixed boys who thought I was pretty. Even then my confidence came from an outside source. Validation of my looks from men somehow proved to me that I could be attractive. But, I was missing it from the most important person: me.
What many people may (or may not) know is that falling in love with myself has been one of the greater struggles I’ve dealt with. Going even deeper, I’ve been on a mission to be beautiful to my self, all the while celebrating the beauty other women possess. I am a very blessed and lucky girl. On a number of occasions, men have asked me whether or not I seek out beautiful women specifically to be my friends. My friends are beautiful. Every single one of them. Completely drop dead gorgeous. All incredibly different looking, and all of them equally attractive. It’s not just because of their outsides, their insides are beautiful, too. I’m a lucky girl to have women in my life who are pretty to look at, but also pretty to speak to. Through no fault of their own, I would always compare myself, especially to those who were blonde with light eyes. I would look at each friend I would wonder, how they were able to some how transfix people upon their beautiful outsides? These were low moments. Moments of incredibly low self-esteem. To wish you didn’t look exactly as you do is one of the worst feelings, in my opinion.
But, let’s be honest, shall we? The image of what was beautiful when I was a kid were all attributes I did not possess. In fact, every weave I’ve ever gotten is a direct result of wanting that “perfect” white girl hair. I don’t blame anyone for my self-loathing, but rather want to make sure it’s understood. It’s a privilege to look at television or movies and see women who could be you or visa versa. One that I think people overlook. Their outsides match your outsides. Granted, times have changed, but the truth is, regardless of whether or not Olivia Pope is considered the new Helen of Troy (“the face that launched a thousand ships”), when I was growing up, we never saw women like Viola Davis taking off their wigs and celebrating their raw beauty (although if we’re going there, should we take a moment of silence for the New York Times article that declared her not a “classic beauty”? What does a classic beauty look like?). It’s loosely similar to #blacklivesmatter. I understand #alllivesmatter, of course they do, but Black people in this country need the reminder, right now, that our lives matter, too. Not instead of. No need to feel threatened. So, just because someone posts a selfie, doesn’t mean they necessarily think they are better or prettier than you (I’m sure there are those who do, but I’m not one).
Times have changed. Now, the cool and trendy thing is to be mixed. Thanks to people like Kanye and Kim Kardashian West, Lisa Bonet and Lenny Kravitz, Jesse Williams and so many more, there are children, mixed children, like North West and Zoë Kravitz who are considered attractive. All this was news to me, the awkward Black and Jewish (also known as Blewish… I am trademarking that term!) girl who grew up in a seemingly progressive city.
Still, self love and acceptance is something that has to start from within. A few years ago, an amazing new social media app called Instagram started making headlines. I immediately took to the application. I thought the concept of a Facebook-like app with only pictures was the best thing ever. In the beginning, most of photos were based off of my location: Sundance, St. Bart’s, Hawaii, Turks and Caicos. However, with iPhone’s invention of a camera that could take a picture of you from the front, the word “selfie” began to circulate. Most of the time, I had asked people to take a picture of me and my boyfriend, or my friends at a premiere. I saw more and more of my friends begin to put pictures up and hashtagging selfie. I remember criticizing certain girl friends who, I thought, “took too many.” But, once the fad caught on, so did I.
So I started taking selfies. I started to work my angles. I started to want to take selfies in my outfits, celebrating my self-proclaimed good sense of fashion. As my friends who are reading this know I hardly do anything half-assed. One selfie, turned into fifteen, then thirty…. The number grew. But, with my selfie taking another deeper connection began to form. It may sound ridiculous to some of you, but with every picture I posted of myself, I could look at it and say, “wow, I actually think I look pretty in this picture!” much to my surprise every time. It then translated from the picture, to life. Little by slowly. My disdain for other girls taking selfies evaporated. I realized I could love my own looks and also love another woman’s gorgeous selfie, too. Why should I care if a woman wants to celebrate her beauty (boys, I know you take selfies, too, but most of the selfie-hating comes from one female to another)? Cue change to perception. I started to think of selfies as a proclamation of self worth. To say, I think I’m attractive and even beautiful, shouldn’t be scoffed at or torn down. I’ve worked hard to get here. Is it narcissistic to think of myself as beautiful? What is really the difference between posting a picture of myself that I took and having some other person a photo and then posting it? More importantly, why do friends feel it necessary to attempt to affect a self-confidence I have been building for the last 29 years of my life? Also, what I want to know is, what about a selfie or specifically my selfie gives certain girls a visceral reaction, that they become annoyed, distant and stop liking pictures? Is there something threatening about my love of self or picture taking? I really wonder about that one. Yes, I have been guilty of not liking specific photos, and no one is required to like a selfie (I don’t need you to approve of my pictures for me to post it anyway), but when I have done that, my gut suggests I take a look as to why I am so despondent. Usually, what I find is that it is in direct correlation to my lack of self-worth or an abundance of jealousy or competitiveness. For me, the object of my selfie isn’t to get a lot of “likes”, it’s more like an appreciation of my own beauty.
This has been hundreds of years of issues between women. There can only be one woman at the top, think Working Girl status. One attractive girl, otherwise we’re all competing against another one. Where you came up, there is another younger, prettier girl behind you willing and hoping to take your place. Or so we think. The solution seems simple to me. Why compare and despair? Does it hurt too much to say, “Gosh, that girl is freaking beautiful and she knows it”? Double tap. I think society has it backwards on this. The knowledge that we should all possess of our beauty should never be questioned. I don’t care what size you are or if you’re light skinned with green eyes, or if you are missing limbs or a burn victim. It doesn’t matter if the World thinks you are the most beautiful person in it, or if they say you’re “not a classic beauty” and don’t understand why a dark skinned woman could be with an incredibly attractive white man on television. None of these things matter. They are all outside validations. What matters is to KNOW that you are beautiful, not because someone out there thinks you are (which I guarantee someone does), but because the most important person knows you are. You are the most important person to get acceptance and self worth from.
I guess what I’m trying to say is before you tear down a girl for posting a selfie, consider her history. She may be just like me, beginning to find herself beautiful on the inside AND the outside. She could be the young mixed or black girl who wants to look like Blake Lively, Olivia Wilde, and Angelina Jolie, who are some of the most beautiful women in the world, but don’t look anything like her. She could have found her voice to say, “hey World, I think I’m beautiful. You don’t have to cosign my beauty, but I wanna share my beauty with you.” She could inspire some younger girl, who doesn’t think she’s pretty because she doesn’t have the same assets as her friends and is hoping one day she will come to like what she has. Ladies—instead of telling each other what is so wrong with one another, why don’t we celebrate the fact that maybe we can love ourselves, love our beauty, love our look, and love our worth. So, the next time you come across a selfie, try liking it and building that girl up. A world without judgment and more compassion and (self) acceptance is what we should all be striving for. I don’t write this for everyone to start liking my selfies, on the contrary, I put this out more so to say, I hear what you’re saying, but I am not listening to you, because I love me more than I love you and I’m proud of finally feeling that way.
Oh, and also, I will continue to post selfies.
I wish you all blessings and all the self love possible.