Confessions of an Instagram over-thinker

Someone recently commented on the fact that I post a lot of selfies on Instagram. I was a bit thrown because, firstly, I didn't think I did post that many, and secondly, no one wants to be perceived as vain. But then I thought, 'Well, this *is* my face...' Should I hide it? I often think that selfies are just a modern take on the artist's self portrait. A moment to say, 'This is me. I exist. This moment, now.' I don't mean to be vain. I promise you I'm not. Sometimes I don't post for ages because I think, 'What the hell is Instagram about anyway? Who really gives a shit about what I'm doing?' But what I am interested in is stories. I'm interested in the truth. I'm interested in communicating feelings. I'm interested in reaching out. I'm interested in learning about other people. And yes, sometimes I'm interested in recipes, and gym exercises, and fashion, and other people's lives and all the things social media lets us peer into. So here I am. I'm 34 years old. I think it's important to talk about age because getting older doesn't make you less interesting. Less exciting. Stale or suburban. It means life. It means experience. It means we're all always, always learning. Anyway. I've just been to the gym. People over 30 do this! (I do this a lot. It makes me feel good. I lifted some heavy weights and my legs trembled and my shoulders ached and I'm still absolutely APPALLING at lunges.) I'm really trying to be straight up with you on here. No bullshit. No pretending life is always peachy. Maybe I'm overthinking Instagram, probably I'm just overthinking life. Sorry if I'm vain, but this is my face, and I exist.  

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