A darker side of an Influencer’s life.

I often receive messages saying how cool my life is, how they dream they had the same life and how lucky I am to achieve everything at such a young age. What most of these people often forget is how hard I’ve worked for it. 
I was 19years old when I started food blogging. I was a second year student of my college, Shaheed Bhagat Singh, DU. 

A handful of people supported me when I started; my college mates used to make fun of how I click 25 pictures from different angles of a single food item, even as simple as a samosa, before eating. So called “experienced & expert bloggers” used to say that how can a teenager be a blogger; how can an undergraduate write good blogs. But this was never on my face and that’s probably the reason they are still behind me.

Not only in the field of blogging. I have a friend who quit his law school because his passion was music and he wanted to be a DJ. People will talk and they’ll make jokes. Let them. We all know Hardwell and not the ones who made fun of him. 

I receive hate messages everyday, on how fat/ugly I look or on a grammar mistake I’ve made or just simple cheap messages from creepy guys I’m sure every girl is familiar with. But the love and support I get from the people is just overwhelming. I still remember when a girl posted on how vulgar my jeans and top was to her and I received 347 messages to support me, to tell me that I’m not wrong. I don’t even know any of them personally and that’s how motivative my insta family is.
Earlier, I used to struggle dealing with the hate, but now I’ve realized everyone has a mouth and a Facebook/Instagram account to write on and they will. You can’t stop them. You can’t stop the barking dogs that come your way. So, should you change your way? No! Make your own path, a path these people can never walk on. 

People are jobless enough to stick labels on you what they don’t realize is they are too shallow to even reach you.

Commenting on my english, my photography or the way I look does not define me. It defines you. People can never learn the difference between “constructive criticism” and “bullying/ harassing”. Haters don’t hate you, they hate themselves because you’re a reflection of what they wish to be. 
You will receive hate, not everyone will like you, not all your followers are your fans. But always remember that A lion doesn’t concern itself with the opinions of the sheep. (yes I quoted a Lannister)

Another thing that irritates me are the views that you have to be slim to be a fashion blogger and so, why don’t I become a fashion blogger? How stupid is that. Have you seen Ishleen’s Instagram? The_curvy_princess? Check it out guys. Also check out labelsandlifestyleblog for all the beauty stuff. I’m slim but I can’t do all that. They can; and they are successful.

Don’t let the hate stop you. Go on. Have an idea? Make it work. You’ll fail many times, you’ll feel like giving up and that’s okay. I’ve had the same feeling a lot of times but not a day has passed by when I didn’t update my Instagram, not even on a birthday or any exam day. If you believe in something wholeheartedly, don’t stop. I got a car for myself with my money, by following my dreams.

Follow your dreams and be successful. The money will follow but you gotta wait for it and work hard for it.

Let the haters be, you flip your hair and move on!

It’s okay to get haters only successful people are honored to get them, it’s not okay to give up and jfyi ZingyZest is unstoppable.