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In my line of work I am used to being judged,  I am used to rejection and if someone doesn’t like ‘Emma Glover’, that’s just fine. Through my modelling social media, I portray an image, and it’s that image people see and people judge, almost like being an actress playing a part.  However, my personal Facebook page, with pictures of my kids is totally different, that’s the real me, the one you would meet in the supermarket with baby sick on her top, and being judged for being myself is something I do find hard to swallow.


I have discussed before the loneliness I felt becoming a mum and social media is obviously a great way to stay in touch with people and interact with grown ups when you can’t psychically do either of those things.  Sometimes when you’ve been dealing with a screaming baby for hours, and haven’t had a grown up conversation in days going online and seeing familiar faces that are doing familiar things are a welcome distraction and a reminder that the world is still spinning.

First off, I realise friends come in brackets, with family coming first, then those few friends you see regularly, lastly the other group of people you don’t see or speak to regularly, but you still have time for you just don’t engage with them everyday.  I also appreciate it’s natural to lose and gain a few pals over time, but recently I logged onto Facebook using a desktop computer, something I haven’t done in months and there was a suggested friends section. I was hoping David Beckham would be a suggested friend, so I clicked.  I counted, there were over 10 people I thought were My friends who Facebook were now advising me to add.  

I was baffled? I knew I hadn’t deleted these people, I’m sure I’m wouldn’t be alone in thinking “what did I do so wrong I had to be erased?” When accepting people on Facebook, I rely on one test, Would I say hello if I passed you on the street? If the answer is yes, I’ll accept you.  If not, then it’s the decline button.  haven’t fallen out with any of the people that have removed me, I have no idea why they felt compelled enough to unfriend me? I’d still say hello if I saw them on the street, so what did I do that made them not want to wave back to me? In fact I had been having a lovely email conversation about our children with one of these girls and I didn’t even realise she had sacked me off.

In work I can understand where I don’t fit the bill, I could be too tall, too short, the wrong hair colour, but on my personal page if someone disregards you, I’m thinking it must be it has to be for being ‘Too you’.  A colleague of mine blogged recently on the image we portray socially and how people try to be the best version of themselves to others.  I 100% agree with this. The selfie we put up will be our favourite one of the 4/5 taken. If someone goes out of their way to take the time to remove the best version of you, what happens to the real you?

This blog isn’t really about Facebook per se, I think social media has become such a part of our fast paced society. It has replaced phone calls, conversations and real friendships. We are constantly connected in a way previous generations would have never imagined. Equally as we friend, and follow and pick people up, there is always that opportunity to drop them so quickly.  Whether that’s clothes, takeaway or in this case ‘friends’. Only difference being, a pair of shoes doesn’t have feelings.  


I wondered whether the folk that have deleted me would have been so brave in ‘real life’.  I have since seen 2 girls that deleted me on the train, and amazingly they came and sat with me.  I didn’t know whether to address the elephant in the room (or carriage) in my case or whether to let it lie.  I went with the latter in the end.  I think as long as we all try to be the best versions of ourselves we can be the rest is just megapixels.

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