Instagram

 When I first got my iPhone, the number one thing I was excited about was taking awesome pictures that I could use different apps to alter the images with.

When we were all sick, most days the only way that Ian would find enough comfort to sleep was if I layer in bed with him and did skin to skin time. At the worst of it, I was in bed with him one day for 6 hours. I got bored and I started taking pictures. And then I downloaded Instagram to start editing some of the pictures. 

With that being said, I will say that one thing I have always done for my husband is let him take "grown up" pictures of me. In my boredom I started taking pictures of my body, not for him, but for me. I was trying to make myself feel better about my body and find things that I liked about myself. One picture I took was artsy sexy, and showed my backside. I liked it so I used a vintage filter on it, sent it to my husband, and never thought about it again. Literally never even used Instagram again. 

Last week Facebook bough Instagram for $1 Billion. I didn’t understand what Facebook would want with it, so I went back to the app and opened it. I even forgot that I had registered and created a username. Once I got logged in, it took about 2 minutes for me to realize that I had followers, and we were all able to view each others pictures. Did I even have pictures? I didn’t remember posting any. So I looked, and there for everyone to see was the picture in question.

I was mortified and felt compelled to apologize publicly to all of my Facebook friends who had seen it. After I deleted it of course. Worst thing about it? My brother saw it! And he really looked at it and only realized it was me because of one of my tattoos! 

I told Scott and he just laughed. I apologized to him and he said I had nothing to say sorry for. I didn’t know, and he gas know idea either.

It’s over now and mostly forgotten, but I just thought I would share because in all actuality, it is pretty funny. 

Can we start over? I’m not going to try and catch up anymore. I’m just going to write when I want and about what I want, and not feel guilty about it. Is that ok with you?