Karlijn van Spankeren Love & Life 1 sep 2020, 12:10

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De nieuwste Instagram-trend ‘reality vs. reality’ neemt het platform over en is all about women empowerment

We weten allemaal dat we de content op Instagram met een korreltje zout moeten nemen. Je Instagram-tijdlijn is een vertekent en geperfectioneerd beeld van de realiteit. Of niet? Onlangs dook er een nieuwe trend op: ‘reality vs. reality‘ en het gaat over women empowerment.

Vergeet ‘Instagram vs. reality‘, want wie zegt dat jouw geposeerde foto geen realiteit is?

De nieuwste Instagram trend: reality vs. reality

We hebben een paar favoriete accounts die ook de minder glamoureuze kant van Instagram laten zien, maar over het algemeen doen we ons een stukje beter/sexyer/chiquer voor op Instagram. We gaan iets rechter op staan en proberen die dubbele kin te voorkomen op de foto, terwijl we daarna op de bank ploffen in onze joggingbroek met een halve pizza. Het punt van de nieuwe trend: beide kanten zijn de realiteit.

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I̶n̶s̶t̶a̶ Reality and ALSO REALITY / I don’t care if you POSE FOR PHOTOS or if you just hang out. Because posed or relaxed, arched or slumped, whatever you do with your body, it is STILL YOU. And it is STILL worthy, still amazing, and still REAL. I talk a lot about how SOCIAL MEDIA is not real. It’s filtered and curated, filled with thousand of tiny moments and precise, popped, perfected snapshots. I’ve said repeatedly how I’d love to see more wiggles and jiggles on here. More human folds and skin dips. And while we’re at it, more nuanced vulnerability and raw emotion. But never once have I said the people DOING these POSES are FAKE. Shameful. Wrong. Or that ONLY the folks rocking their cellulite are REAL. I’m fine with women doing both. Either. Neither. Whatever. Because here’s the thing: Empowerment feels different on every woman. How we choose to show up and express ourselves echoes in millions of unique ways. And instead of focusing on what divides us, Or wrapping SHAMING in a shiny new package, We should look at what it means to empower one another. To support each other. And to step out of some stupid patriarchal framework that says other women are competition and that differences must divide us. So today, cowgirl, if you want to pose, you go pose. If you want to let it all hang out, you do that too. However YOU own your body is incredible. What matters is that it feels AUTHENTIC TO YOU. Not to the gal next door. Not to the images you see on social media. But to YOU. In your head. Your heart. Your raw human soul. Only you can know that, truly and deeply. All I’m asking is that you show up. You be yourself in whatever wonderful way. Because that? That’s the kind of REAL I want to see on here. x #selflove #instavsreality #selfacceptance #feminist #iweigh #mycalvins #womenempowerment #womensupportingwomen

A post shared by Danae | Angles + Self Love (@danaemercer) on Aug 22, 2020 at 6:12am PDT

Lange tijd hebben we gelachen om ‘Instagram vs. reality‘ foto’s, maar eigenlijk doe je jezelf en een ander tekort hiermee. Het probleem hiermee is dat de trend insinueert dat alleen de ‘reality‘ echt is en ‘Instagram‘ nep. En dat terwijl jij het ook bent die op die fleeky Instagram-foto staat, waarom zou dat nep zijn?

Natuurlijk ben je niet altijd op je A-game – wie wel? -, maar dat is wel één van jouw kanten. Ook dat is realiteit. ‘Reality vs. reality‘ is de veronderstelling dat alle vrouwen , in alle vormen, maten en kleuren, echt zijn. Of je nu een flatterende Instagram-pose aanneemt of niet.

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It’s not even Instagram vs. Reality, though.⠀ ⠀ It’s reality vs. reality. ⠀ ⠀ This is life. ⠀ ⠀ This is your body, looking different within 0.007 seconds as you turn briefly in the mirror. ⠀ ⠀ If you can love yourself at the “good angles”, you can love yourself at the “bad angles”, too. ⠀ ⠀ Don’t be mad at the angles. ⠀ ⠀ Embrace them.⠀ ⠀ This life is full of contrast. ⠀ ⠀ One minute you can be enjoying what you see. ⠀ ⠀ One minute you can catch a mirror glimpse that has the potential to derail you.⠀ ⠀ Your body is literally like 1% of your being. Don’t forget that. We are 99% everything else and like, 1% physical body. ⠀ ⠀ Treat it well, for sure.⠀ Move it often.⠀ Feed it well. ⠀ Hydrate it. ⠀ Let it feel the sunlight.⠀ Let it run and play and snuggle with your family. ⠀ ⠀ …but don’t allow the angles that show up in your life to make you feel any less amazing than you are, no matter what your size. ⠀ ⠀ #iamkeepfitwomen

A post shared by Jeenie🇨🇦|Fitness & Consistency (@keepfit.women) on Jun 26, 2020 at 10:24am PDT

De ‘reality vs. reality‘ trend is empowering omdat het de kloof tussen vrouwen wegneemt en laat zien we allemaal onze imperfecties hebben. Of we nu poseren op een idyllisch strand in een veel te dure bikini of dat we in elkaar gezakt voor de spiegel staan in een comfy setje: we hebben meerdere kanten, maar dat maakt ons niet minder echt.

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I used to consider myself a before.⁣ ⁣ I was convinced that it’s all I had to offer. Considering myself a before is what made me feel accepted.⁣ It’s what allowed me to feel as though there was space for me.⁣ ⁣ I was just a before.⁣ ⁣ A “don’t worry, I’m going to change this” while internally screaming.⁣ ⁣ A “yes, I know, I’m working on it” while hoping the conversation ends.⁣ ⁣ A “this is temporary, I’m going to look better” while exhaling a soft sigh through glazed over eyes.⁣ Eyes that would find the tiny mark on the wall in our bathroom as I heard the camera clicks. The clicks that would send a shiver through my body. And a slow, exhausted gulp down my throat.⁣ As I stood in my shorts and sports bra.⁣ The ones I had hoped would quickly become garbage the day my body could no longer hold them up.⁣ ⁣ And yet, I was the one who felt like garbage — even as the befores began to transition into my hopeful after, an after that still always felt like a before.⁣ Because I was always going to be a before.⁣ One that desperately needed to be changed.⁣ ⁣ Every photo taken became another before. Another “who I used to be” moment.⁣ ⁣ I had stopped living.⁣ ⁣ Until something interesting started happening.⁣ My little moments of accidental togetherness with myself.⁣ ⁣ When I’d see the squishy parts of me that shake when I laugh. And I’d notice how I actually didn’t even notice.⁣ I’d see the crazily-in-love-look on his face as his hand grazed my side right before we closed our eyes to sleep. And I’d notice how the chills it gave me this time came from love, not embarrassment.⁣ I’d feel my stomach touch the ground when my strength built up enough to do regular push ups. And I’d notice how it’s possible to be strong at any size.⁣ I’d glance at my smile as I passed mirrors. And realize that I’d noticed something other than the size of my waist or the jiggle in my thighs.⁣ I’d notice all of these tiny moments of just simply living as I am.⁣ ⁣ Living in THIS body. The one I have never given enough credit to.⁣ ⁣ The one that gives me life and experiences.⁣ The one that makes me grateful to just be alive.⁣ ⁣ The one that is not, and has never been, just a before.

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Je bent niet alleen de ‘before‘ en de ‘after‘ is niet nep.

Marie ClaireGlamour UK