Our best selves. Filtered.

We used to share outrage about the Photoshopped images of celebs adorning magazines covers and infiltrating our brains. Forcing us to question our faces, our bodies, the love we so desperately needed for ourselves. 

Now, filtered faces, our faces, edited and ‘improved’ by our own hands are the norm. Without question. Liked, loved and shared. Phone cameras automatically recognising a selfie; smoothing out our skin. Blemishes removed. Everything shiny, clear, fresh. And false. 

When we are all the same, who will stand out? 

My wrinkles, sporadic freckles, moles, furrows and oddities can be erased at whim. But it’s my face. My actual face. And that is ok by me. 

#fuckfilters 

Let’s get our faces back.