In the beginning, there was nothing.
Andinfluencerssaid, Let there be light.
Ring lights, that is.
What Ive never done, though, is have a go at become aninfluencermyself.
What could go wrong?
Ten minutes after pressing post, I have 400 views, which isnt big but feels right.
More views and followers must await me in the morning.
Day 2: Zero followersWrong.
My follower count is zero and the views I took for granted yesterday have trickled to a halt.
But something is off.
The views go from two to 14 and stagnate.
This cant be the same internetAlix Earleis posting on?
They get 20 views altogether.
I find myself filming, refilming, changing lighting and angles.
Is this what I always look like?
Posting every day is a slog.
I spend hours trying to bank content, but suddenly clothes dont make sense.
Ive also never thought so closely about how Im seen through the eyes of others.
Now its all I can think about.
Day 10: Five followersI stumble into what I can only describe asthe bad place.
At least Im not the only one trying and Im certainly not the only one failing.
Andchallenges abound, reminiscent of the follow trains of Tumblr of old.
Day 14: Nine followersIts Saturday.
Posting the next day cant hurt.
Day 15: 10 followersMight as well make the weekend a wash. Maybe Ill frame this as a social media fast.
Day 16: Nine followersFuck.
