what’s my image

Signs of an overactive image-ination:

Excessive Photoshopping around and/or
compulsive cropping
Unusual Facebook fatigue
Lack of Pinterest leading to panic attacks
Twittering @alltimes
Instagram gain of more than a kilogram.

The condition is futile but not fatal.

Poem title from chapter 22 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge. Part of the poemcrazy project I worked on in April. Peace to your !


Recently I read the book Slow: Simple Living for a Frantic World, in which author Brooke McAlary writes about keeping up with the Joneses. Thanks to Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram (and any number of curated websites), it’s not just the Joneses next door or across the street anymore. But we have to keep in mind that no post paints a complete picture. A photo of someone else’s kids in their Halloween costumes in front of a pristine coffee table won’t show the hasty tidying that preceded the click of the camera.

Although I don’t use social media, I fall into the comparison mindset in other ways. The trick, when that particular temptation comes knocking, is not to invite it in for afternoon tea but to firmly close the door in its face. Peace to your ♥ !


You, too? Tired of cosmetic
Truth, the Facebook and Twitter
Make-it-look-good aesthetic,
Glamour that’s mostly glitter?

Yet real life feels so plain-Jane,
You brush on blush—yep, you do—
And then, like a pro, maintain
(The lie) that "they" forced you to.

© 2019 Stephanie Malley

[This is an ae freislighe, an Irish poetic form.]