The first time I heard someone gasp my name in public, I thought I was in trouble.
“S***”, I thought, “Did I forget to flush the toilet (again)?!”
I wanted to run like the irresponsible adult that I was, but it was too late.
I whipped around to find a teenager looking at me. “Can I take a photo with you?”, came the polite request.
I’m not going to lie, I turned to check if Nathan Hartono was standing behind me.
It hit me then—this was something influencers faced on a daily basis.
For someone who has lived life as a nobody for most of my younger years, I was not ready to deal with the perks and pitfalls that came with being a “micro-influencer”. And there’s no guide book to follow.
My friends find it oh so amusing.
“Oh wow! Someone influencer sia,” they would snigger each time I get stopped for a photo. Which was not very often but they treat it like a joke anyway.
My soul dies a little when I hear that each time. I can see why Voldemort abused Horcruxes.
Am I an influencer? No, I don’t consider myself that.
But an accidental micro-influencer? OK, I’ll take it.
My road to “fame” all started due to it being a necessity, for work. I was told that it was essential to grow my social media following.
While I wasn’t anywhere remotely good at it, I did my best to post pictures and show the public that I led an interesting life. Oh, what a glorious lie I started.
In three years, I hit about 10,000 followers without flashing any gratuitous cleavage.
Sure, it has been a great help to my career, but with great popularity (insert eye roll) comes great consequences.
Having my life being followed by a tonne of strangers online certainly had its highs and lows.
Here are some things I wish I knew before I became a “micro-influencer”.
Text: Le En / AsiaOne / July 2019
Image: Le En’s Instagram