In an age where we can fake fur, hair colour, chest size and even happiness, are we all just faking it? When you're a teenager, or even a child you look up to people and try to emulate them. Try to be them, dress like them, steal the lifestyle they live and it's not till you've reached your twenty-something self that you realise that perfect rarely exists. These days people use social networks to portray a life, or version of themselves that is only partially true, or not true at all. People carefully edit their life, uploading carefully chosen & edited photos to Instagram. Tweeting of how amazing their day has been, and endlessly interacting with Facebook friends portraying an imagine that's not entirely correct. Yes it's true that these social platforms aren't the place to air dirty laundry, but there's a difference between being selective in what you post, and totally constructing a better version of your life for the public. The older I have become, the more confident and content I seem to be in my life, but is that because I'm faking it? I am one of these people that will carefully edit ones life to post onto social media platforms just to portray an image to the public of the life I want to lead. If I'm doing this, then is everyone else? And if the whole world is doing the same, are we nurturing a generation of fakes? In the process of us all constructing perfect personas, are we subjecting unobtainable notions of 'perfectness' to the next generation?
Yes, that's a lot of questions, but think to yourself. Have you ever sat on Facebook endlessly looking through a friend of a friends holiday photos enviously wondering why you don't lead the same life? Wondering how he/she managed to afford that car, how they got to meet Lagerfeld, how they got to spend a year in a New York Brownstone? Or how they got the perfect man? I have, and it can be crushing, depressive, and even harmful to your own happiness. I'll admit that I'm a partial faker, I fake my smile, my skin tone, my eyebrows, and rather worryingly my happiness. Faking fur is one thing, but faking happiness is too far, right? Life isn't perfect, that's a fact, but I purposely gloss over aspects of my life I'm not happy with, like the fact I don't talk to half of my family, the fact I'm not married to a handsome millionaire, the fact I have bad skin and a lack of truly great friendships... I'm faking it, yes.
However deep down is that for my benefit? Or to portray a perfect image to the world? Well, I think it's a mix of both, we portray we are happy to others in the hope that one day happiness will come. Then we do those things that make our days that little bit better, visit the gym or that extra slice of cake, for me it's shop. I shop to bring myself happiness, I buy shiny presents to gloss over the things I feel down about. So is that the same as faking it? Does that mean we are all guilty of being so driven for happiness that sometimes it's found falsely? Thinking about this topic, asking myself the questions made me slightly reevaluate my life and processes I go through to live it. If I'm just faking my happiness, then does that mean I'm really unhappy? Am I a fake? Do I need to stop using shopping as a tool for happiness? The questions may not result in answers, but the process of thinking made me realise that yes I'm a faker, but does it affect my life? No. I shop because I adore the thrill of buying fashion. I portray an image of me because that's me at my best, my happiest. Should we all stop? Maybe, just maybe. But in an age where we can fake fur, hair colour, chest size and even happiness you just need to take a step back and ask, are we all just faking it?