Oh boy, nothing gets me more fired up than a hater. Although this isn’t very “yogic” of me, I do really try hard to find some empathy and acceptance for them. Ego, jealously and pure distaste are characteristics for which I just simply have no room.

I love traveling. Blah, blah, blah. What millennial doesn’t? But really. Deep within my bones there’s this anxious pursuit for nature, there’s an over-zealous wonder for culture, and an extreme longing to know, see, and do all that’s possible. That to me, is living: seeing the world for what it is. Whenever possible, I’ll trek the surface of this planet in search for selfless connections until my body physically gives out and then I’ll go some more.

So why should I be shamed for that? I work hard. I work damn fucking hard. I put my time in, fell flat on my face, got back up, and got beat down again. I learned some amazing things while I was down there. I found myself. My true, happy, authentic self. Every day I work hard to create boundaries and space so that I can always live in this manner and never see those dark days again.

If I find joy inside my espresso foam, who are you to tell me that’s irrelevant? At least it’s foam and not some materialistic piece of commercialism. And if I so choose to share in that joy, why am I to be labeled? I just simply don’t see the harm.

Do my coffee shop photos make you jealous?

And I’m still not sure how it means I’m being fake? No, really, someone please tell me. Is it because I’m not sharing photos of my eleven-hour work days sitting in front of 15-inch spreadsheet filled screens? Because, I mean, I can if that’s what you need. What kind of photos would it take for you to feel comfortable with your own life and own choices? Also, I don’t think anyone has ever denied a great Netflix weekend binge, have they? Ps- Gilmore Girls… need I say more?

If I go for a hike with my dog at dusk and see a beautiful flower during that golden hour, or a deer peacefully grazing in our path, and capture the moment to share in the beauty I’ve appreciated today, how in the hell does that make me a fraud?

Maybe its not unique anymore. Maybe many people are seemingly doing very similar things. But I’ll tell you what, I’ve been a creative writer, an artist, a photographer, for my entire lifetime. I’ve done these things long before the social media epidemic and I will remain the same for long after the fad dies and the new one rises. I also enjoy cats and side braids, just to set my future self up here.

I’ll give it to ya, some of it is overdone, yes. I’m not denying the attention deprived, staged, wanna-be instamodels out there. But I really hiked that Colorado mountain. I really stood there basking in an awe I’ve never experienced before. My husband really loved this moment of ours and captured it for us forever. We really scaled across that steep rocky coastline. There was some real, sweaty, dirty fingernail, un-showered days up there in that lazy, New England town. We really camped out in that thick, Conifer forest on the rain-soaked ground for days just to disconnect and reconnect all at the same time. I really crave the bitter taste of locally ground espresso beans. I really own and love that colorful Mexican blanket I carry with me on all trips, keeping me clean and warm. And if you know me, you can attest to my lifelong passion for words, images and adventure.

So, I’m going to unapologetically share it and share it all. It’s my Instagram privilege to do so and my intentions are good and pure. If you don’t like it, the unfollow button is on the top middle.

You’re creating a stereotype. You’re adding to the hate culture. If half the time and energy being spent on this nonsense was put into something purposeful, the Oregon wedding photographer may be able to find happiness and appreciate world beauty as well. It's a damn wasted shame.

There was never a time where I thought I was trying to be something I wasn’t. I challenge you, fake Barbie, to see your own unedited camera roll and professional albums. Are they filled with sun-soaked fields touched with lens flares and whimsical, floral shots? Yeah, that’s what I thought. This conversation goes two ways but we'll only see your one.

So fuck you, Socality Barbie. I am living out my personal, #authentic life and I don’t need your approval to be or do so. Sending love and light to your suffering, jealous soul.

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These words are my own and I do not associate with any religious denomination, publicly or privately and after some minimal research, am still not even 100 percent sure what Socality even is.

This post was inspired by the satirical mockery and attention being generated from this Instagram account: https://instagram.com/socalitybarbie/