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How do you show who you are?

Without fail, every time I try to post something online these days, I just… can’t. I’ve finally figured out why.

In real life, most of my existence is hidden away — that’s what happens when you’re a mostly housebound, mostly bedbound person. My life online becomes a more varied experience than my physical life. After all, my words are the same whether published from an exotic café or from my bed. My mind is free to roam, even when my body is not. And the Internet is how I communicate with my friends and family, follow along in their lives, and vice versa.

Sometimes my digital life feels more real to me than my physical one, especially when my body is more a source of pain and frustration than joy or blissful neutrality. What I post here therefore takes on much more meaning than it needs to do. Every word and photo becomes so important, because they are my voice, my self, finally able to be seen. Which also means the pressure is on.

If I write about clothing or body image, I’ll seem like 2011-Maria. If I write about anything political, I become Maria The Angry Feminist. If I don’t write about political things, like the Black Lives Matter movement, it looks like I don’t care (trust me, I care and I’m doing what I can). In writing about illness, I become Maria the Sick, and if I share anything about sewing, it’ll be like “Sewing Is Now Maria’s Thing”. A more philosophical text sets a standard where writing about more mundane things feel weird. Mundane topics seem pointless because there are already hundreds of other blog posts about them.

I know you know that online life is not 100% “real life”. I know you know. But when you’re as disabled from M.E. as I am, online life is most of your “real life”. And I don’t mean like when people get so caught up in their Instagram feed that they need a digital detox to appreciate real life again. My choice, most of the time, is either to participate in life through a screen, or not participate at all.

So posting a garment I’ve sewn, or a sneak peak of some sheet music I’m working on, is one of very few ways I can still show the world who I am. That matters a lot when you’re ill, when most of your identity is trapped in a body that cannot leave the house.

Also, I feel very different from the Maria I was just a few years ago. I crave a way to show that, so people can know the 2020 version of me. There haven’t been any visible drastic changes in my life circumstances; there are no promotions or houses or babies or wedding rings. Because of that, it feels like people believe I am basically the same Maria as I was ten years ago. This is especially true for people I rarely see or talk to offline, because their mental image of me rarely gets challenged enough to get updated. I don’t think many of us would like our early-twenties-self to be the one everyone remembers, or judges, or connects with, decades later.

So you see my conundrum. I want to be re-defined, at least a little, but I don’t want to be defined by just one text, one post on Instagram (where my handle is @mariahantro, by the way).

An obvious solution is to post more often. It would probably work, but after those inevitable periods when I’m literally not able to post anything because I can’t look at screens, I’m back here, hesitating. I suppose I could stop overthinking everything in general… but then I wouldn’t be the meandering, complex Maria you all know and love, right? Hah.

I guess I have once again demonstrated my love for meta-anything; in this case, writing about writing, or thinking about thinking. Come to think of it, that should be an abstract enough topic to defy any kind of definition — so anything goes from here.

How are you doing? What has your life become this year? These are strange times. I hope you are okay.


  1. Alexandra says

    Hello Maria,
    We as humans are all different and many don’t follow the „classic“ adult way of life (marriage, house, childen) anymore. Peoples evolved in its own time and for the majority it is very slow. Social media almost only shows the highs so everyday routines are blended out. I feel lucky to life in a time and country where it is acceptable to live your own life the way I want. There is always pros and cons to anything. I lived for 4 years in Grønland district sharing a flat with two other over 30s girls to trade it in for a live outside of Oslo in the countryside to be with my partner. It was hard at the start but working in Oslo allows me to still see my friends and go out. I am still the same friend to them just a little evolved and more restricted to the city life. However I am now much more immersed in the countryside lifestyle and enjoy the nature surrounding me. Don’t think you are boring or that people think you are still the same than 10 years ago. I always look forward to your posts.

  2. Dee Dee says

    This resonated with me. I enjoy your writing and feel that we are all are judged so harshly online and in the real world these days. When did people get so mean, or have we always been this way and it is social media that has realy drawn it out and made it more visible?

  3. Hi, Maria. I thought of you off and on throughout the years and wondered how you were and what other artistic or creative things you were doing. Your words are also your artistic medium, as well as to express yourself and connect with some people. I understand too well that one needs to acknowledge the person one has become, having built on the person one was.
    Time is passing quickly in these slow months, strangely or not. Perhaps because many of my days are similar. I read, bake bread and other food, and take pictures. I give voluntary English Conversation lessons to two friends who were my classmates in a German language class. Also I try to follow Pilates on YouTube but that’s not very regular.
    Take as good care as you can. I wish you more and more good days.

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