Hey Guys, It's Me—EMMASTHING!
As someone who is constantly in their own head creating big stories and far-fetched tales, I had a sudden urge to sit down and write to you (whoever you are, reading this) today.
For as “online” as I am, even I have felt a shift lately in my own social media habits. With my upcoming nuptials, all I’ve been able to really, truly focus on is preparing in every which way. It’s been weird being in this about-to-get-married phase. I was so single for so long and really connected with people over that, so being in this new-to-me role has been interesting. I’ve loved every minute of it and have leaned in on the premise that this should and will be the only time I’m playing the bride, but I’m sure that’s chafed some of y’all’s inner thighs. And I get it. But I have no regrets. That said, though, I have felt more in my head than ever, and it’s high time to take a little break from myself and talk directly to you guys instead.
I’ve always been an open book, an over-sharer. But lately, sharing every second of my day has taken a backseat to just getting through the day in one piece. I am vehemently against Instagram being a highlight reel, which is why I do my best to share the good, the bad, and the literal ugly with close-ups of my pimples, greasy hair, or offensive camel toe. It’s why I almost never use cute IG filters for stories and let my under eye bags shine and chapped lips fly. It’s also why my feed is rarely ever “curated” or meticulously styled. Doing all this, in a twisted way, is how I truly connect with my people; like “Hey, you. Remember. We’re all just humans doing our best. We all shit. We all have bad breath sometimes. We all can be gross.” It’s what separates the die-hard loyalists from the “wait why do I even fucking follow this girl?” non-fans. I do feel my gift to those that follow me is just being and showing all sides of that. Sure, I hustle. I shill product sometimes. I won’t shut the fuck up about certain things I love every now and again. But at the end of the day, as a creator, I worry about what I’m providing my audience that they can’t seek elsewhere. Why do they stay? Why should they want to stay? What are they getting out of following along in my weird little world?
I love clothes but my style isn’t even close to impeccable. I fuck up outfits and the way things fit all the time and have countless clothing regrets. I also will never be able to help you find the perfect ____ for _____. That’s for the real fashion influencers. I love cooking but I don’t create recipes from scratch—I’m just really good at finding recipes to make. My method is messy, and there’s usually onion on every surface of the kitchen. I love reading but I read one book every 2-3 months because I haven’t made it a priority, so I can’t exactly offer a book club. I love makeup but I can’t do a cat eye to save my life (no, really. I’d be dead if it was a life or death situation) and keep things relatively simple. I enjoy wellness and health, and I workout and try new things, but I’m not ripped nor super thin, and I get hype on one fitness thing then drop it the next week.
I’m a writer, but I haven’t started writing my book yet. I don’t obsess over authors and books and everything that goes along with that. I don’t consistently write introspective essays about deep thoughts and feelings. I use to way more, but it’s a rarity nowadays. I care about the world and people and hate assholes, but I’m not an activist. I have curly hair but any time I’ve tried to film a tutorial, it’s laughable and I’m not sure I’m helping anyone. I’m funny! I know that and am confident in it. But I’m not on TikTok making smart, quippy videos every day. I don’t consistently post funny reels or practice characters or anything like that. I have a podcast that gets about 1,000 listens an episode, and its premise is just me talking about me. I don’t bring on insightful guests or discuss worldly topics, unless you consider where I ate Saturday night and that my cartilage piercings won’t heal worldly topics.
What I’m getting at, I guess, is I just hope it’s enough. All of it. All the randomness and variety and unfinished thoughts and left-behind projects. I’m just a girl, sitting in front of the Internet, shopping, writing, cooking, laughing, and sharing and I hope it’s enough.
Hey, guys! It’s me—EMMASTHING! The Influencer Master of None, But Tinkerer Of All. A little bit of everything all of the time.
