Oh sweet baby corn Jesus I’ve been itching to do this for a while, and I even feel a little bad for the bash that’s about to commence, but to my better judgment – I say fuck it.

So as you folks may already know, I am a major Instagram addict. Not in the sense I spend 20 minutes picking out filters and editing my photo until I look like someone else, more so as in I can get lost in IG threads for hours. Puppy pictures, naked import girl photos, funny photos, DIY projects – the list goes on. That part of IG is great, it’s kind of what makes the app so amazing and humbling at the same time. And then there’s this dark part of IG that no one really speaks about – the douche-a-grams. These are the photos you like only because you feel obligated to, but deep down, you’re saying “what the fuck?”

-          Covered faces

“Hanging with my friends doing cool things, isnt this photo so awesome!?!”

Is your girlfriend/boyfriend that ugly? Are some of your friends that terrible looking? Are these drug dealers? WHY.. people, why? Why do you take photos with people only to blur their faces out or better yet, put a cartoon on it and pretend that’s okay. To be honest, I assume all people with covered faces are drug dealers that don’t want others to know they’ve gone soft on IG. I said it, I don’t care.

-          Blurry photos of concerts / cool places / famous people you want others to know you’ve been a witness to.

You. Are. Too. Cool. NOT. Don’t get me wrong, I love a sick “wow” photo, but if your picture is blurry as my memory of last night then you best keep that to yourself. I’d rather you just upload a clearer image from the professional google image files. Save us the hassle of squinting.

-          Selfies with captions that say you’re doing something.

I’m actually a big fan of selfies (mostly due to the fact I take them myself and I’m not about to put myself on blast lol). but let’s call a spade a spade, a selfie is a selfie. It’s a beautiful picture you’ve taken of yourself. You’re gorgeous, you’re damn right you should share it. Selfies with captions like “girls night out or “doing homework,” or “enjoying the beautiful day out” – are not needed. It’s a selfie, we get it.

-          Stupid food photos. I know what a starbucks cup looks like, trust me I know. Ugh, and the prep photos of your week’s healthy meals. Who da faaaack cares. I mean, it’s great you’re on that health tip and taking care of yourself but if your quinoa and baked chicken isn’t bleeding leprechaun sprinkles please don’t. Show me pictures of food I can crave for!!!

-          Gifts/flowers/ from unknown senders/ people who post gift boxes without showing the gift itself. I find these are usually from people who seek more attention. And I hate these photos because being the nosy mother fucker that I am.. I want to know what you got at Chanel you cheap bastard!!!

-          Basic bitches trying to act like they’re the bizness.

So lord knows I felt like I was black in my past life – from my superb taste in chocolate (both the cocoa, and the men), to my  preteen choices in rap/hip hop music to my love for all things southern related – that’s just me. But then all of a sudden these people who happened to know 4 trap songs started to feel like they were “about that life”. Calling themselves “ratchet,” going out and getting “turnt up” and saying all this weird shit – thinkin’ they all baaaaaad and shiet. Like seriously, don’t be chuckin up the deuces and callin yourself a bad bitch if you live at home with your mom and don’t pay rent. And for the record sweet cheeks, I’ve been to places like Miami during Carnival week, and LA for All Star Weekend – I know what a cot dayum rachet is and that’s not something you should aspire to be.

To be completely truthful, the list goes on lol – but the good really does outweigh the bad (or else I’d never be on it!!!). My concern with IG is the phoniness it’s gotten into. Basic bitches turning into super models and living well off of nothing. I don’t get it. Actually I do, basic bitches need parading, real ones don’t.

Let’s be real for a moment, our Instagrams aren’t the whole truth, far from it to be honest. We come here on this fake pedestal and brag about how much we’re doing, how well we’re doing and how important it all is. We somehow neglect to document the real parts – the ones not deemed appropriate for IG because it’s not perfect enough. The late nights, the work politics, the bad fights with your boyfriend, the terrible morning hair, the hours lost watching bad TV. No.. on IG, we’re all endlessly interesting and driven, philosophical dreamers living so well others want to be us. The lack of life direction, the unfulfilling relationship, the microwave dinner, the new designer bag with $0 in it are no place for Instagram, oh no .. oh no no. On IG, we’re doing everything right with the right people, all the fucking time.

The whole truth is IG is everyone’s personal orchestrated highlight reel. Don’t be confused or misled by all the empty “likes” – after the scene ends, everyone returns to their normal lives of pushing another day off the calendar, back to the trials and tribulations of that journey called life.

But with all that being said, IG has inspired me to eat better (thanks to all the amazing people that post healthy and delicious easy dinners!), it’s opened up business ideas, it’s gotten my brain churning which is the best  gift of all – it’s inspired a portion of my life to grow a bit. Growth is growth, I’ll take it any day. When it comes to my own IG, I personally love to document all the pretty in my life, especially things that give people a sneak peek of who I am. My love for good shoes, beautiful décor, my wonderful people and the happy moments. But when the batt is at 1% and my day is still young, I don’t give a fuck. Life goes on with or without an audience. Instagram is often made up of a bed of little white lies.

But if Instagram was telling the truth and nothing but, wouldn’t it just be showing us scrolling through our IG all day?

To be honest, I don’t know what to do here anymore. I’ve started this in my head about a thousand times and today it just felt right. What used to make me tick, fashion must haves, the bombest food, hot men, doesn’t necessarily do it for me anymore (okay, food and men are still relevant and always will be!) but my content has evolved just as I have. I used to feel a need to tell you everything I knew, I used to feel a need to share my opinions and thoughts, now fast forward a handful of years later – I’ve grown even more comfortable and deeper into my skin, and that intense desire to share, share, share all the time no longer exists. From my point of view, Tumblr, Instagram (My name is Vicky, and I am an IG addict), and Facebook has caused this oversaturation of sharing that most of the time, holds no substance. It’s the constant sharing of fake fluff that has me uninterested and disconnected. Everyone is so…lame haha! Well except you. We like you.

There are days when I want to write so badly about relationships, Instragram etiquette, or the annoying things people do – and I will do that, when the moment calls for it. But the daily timed posts are stopping as of now. So yes, that’s correct – Vickyloves isn’t dead, but it’s taking a turn for the better – back to what made me start it in the beginning – the writing. Instead of chasing the next big thing to write about, I’ll be pulling content from my life. So expect a post of 2 about eating Oreos off my belly. I kid I kid.

What got me to this point, you ask? (yes, you asked). My happiness, my growth! I didn’t like writing with an agenda, it stopped flowing freely a few months back and my content began to feel forced. It just wasn’t fun, the fashion events were always awkward (everyone is a cow but the goodie bags were my favorite!), and I hated ruining other people’s dinners with my camera flash haha (for all the food photos I’ve taken, FML). It was all … blah.

My daily goal of being happy and true to myself outweighs all – because when those first 2 things are running on full, it lets me love that much more. And you already know, I love to love! It really brings out the best in all I do (that was me tooting my own horn, did you hear it!?).

This used to be an outlet for the younger Veeezy, somewhere to speak my mind and share my stories, it truly was such a fun time for me! Seriously, the best part of it all was having people connecting with my material. The “omg, that’s so funny – I sooo feel you” type of comments were my favorite, it made me feel like I was doing something right. And folks, I’m going to do right by you and not be some annoying blogger that just reposts the fuck out of everyone else’s post and then pretend they experienced it. oh no, oh no.. we gon’ get gully. (that’s slang for “real” for those that grew outside of East Van.)

So to wrap it up, I just wanted to say thank you for being here – it really means a lot. It would mean a lot more to me if you stayed for Vickyloves 2.0 (but you don’t have to, but I think you should…  hehe). And for those who don’t want Vickyloves to change – build a bridge, and get over it!!! *insert my chicken head and finger waving.

I guess I haven’t changed that much. I love you!

See you here in a little while.

Xox

Vickyloves

**shit this is my 999th post, meaning my next post as Vickyloves 2.0 will be my 1000th. How crackhead coincidental cray is that? Totes meant to be.

Sorry for being a total complete boring whore! I’ve been completely caught up in living the dream – smelling babies, fabulous loving, and good eats. My nephew leaves tomorrow (5 weeks goes by fast) so eggspect total self-loathing until the end of time!!! Just kidding. But fo rills though, I don’t know what I’m going to do when there’s no baby at home waiting to get hassled by me. sigh. I’m going to miss him so much.

I’ve totally become this crazy aunt that takes photos like a baby paparazzi!! He’s all, “pleazzze, no pictures!”

The way he looks at my mom. Btw, he’s a total grandma’s boy.

Totall BFFFFF with Curious George. And check out those dimples!!

Love love love this little booger.

Anyways, I’m taking a mini break from writing but I’ll be back with a bigger and better Veeezyloves come mid-March/April! Like that new new ish ya feel me?

I’m just feeling that my content as of late hasn’t been the business. Like word is to bond, my writing is to quality, quality > quantity.  I don’t want to feel like I’m forced to write about something because I have to. It really needs to flow naturally, and I want to be eggcited to write about it – that’s what’s fun about having a blog and sharing it! With that being said, I’m going to take the time to develop a more stronger voice for Veeezyloves!

Until then, sharpie me in your calendars for Spring, we doing it up big!