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At my peak, I had almost 150,000 followers, but I still never described myself as an influencer. I wanted to be the Instagram cool girl, the renegade who sat on the sidelines, satirising the people who really cared. But I really cared. I thought I could have lots of followers without needing followers. I thought I could monetise my account without selling out. I thought that I was different, that I wasn’t like other girls.
But other people didn’t see it that way. The first time I realised that my online and offline self had become one was during a meeting with a production company. Two ecstatic producers had ushered me into a meeting room, giggling like schoolgirls. “We’ve got a surprise for you!” they squealed. “We’ve put on a Deliciously Stella spread!” An anxious runner tottered in with a tray. It was overflowing with confectionery. Haribo fried eggs, fizzy laces and Sprite. A diabetic death at 9am. “Would you like a coffee or a green juice?” they asked, with a nudge and a wink. I reached for the Sprite and laughed. “You know me so well!” The Sprite soured as it hit the dregs of that morning’s toothpaste. “We just love you, because you’re so real.”
Was I cheating the system by promoting junk food, or was I helping women with disordered eating?
The blurring of the line between Stella and Bella was becoming increasingly problematic. I’d noticed myself modifying my behaviour to better fit the habits of my alter ego. My DMs started to fill with women thanking me for helping them with their body image issues. If I could love myself, they said, they could, too. It felt good to help, but I was confused. Was I cheating the system by promoting junk food while maintaining an accepted body type, or was I actually helping women with disordered eating?