It looks like Mrs Hinch or her followers check in here regularly as so much that gets mentioned suddenly pops up on her insta the next day - so thought I'd take this opportunity of getting a message to her.
Sophie - I absolutely loved following your stories, I was (am) suffering from depression and anxiety, I was off work and felt so low and then someone mentioned you and I had a look and was hooked. I really felt like we were "all in it together" and that you were someone who understood what it was like to feel anxious and lonely. I found an enthusiasm for buying the products and gadgets you showed us and really felt like there was a light at the end of the tunnel, I looked forward to your updates throughout the day and then spent so much money that I couldn't afford on the things you recommended. That wasn't your fault, you didn't force me to, but I wish you had told me that actually you were just being paid to promote them, that you got a cut every time I "swiped up" - I might still have invested in the loo roll holder, the mop, the radiator covers and the 72 bottles of zoflora (ok that's an exaggeration) who knows, but if I had it would have been with my eyes open, not because my friend Sophie told me how great it was. I'm an intelligent woman usually and not easily hoodwinked, but the mind is a strange thing and when suffering with mental health things get a bit foggy and perspectives can be a little off kilter, I appreciate you wouldn't understand that yourself but trust me, it happens. So when you're going through a really tough time you will grab anything that makes life a little more bearable and cling onto it - and that's what I did. You were my lifeline.
Then I found out that actually you weren't my friend, I wasn't your hincher, I was your revenue source. I don't have a cleaning account on Instagram, just a little private account with a couple holiday pics, a couple pics of my dog and lots of pictures of hinching related stuff, I posted pictures of when I squeegeed the stairs, when I ordered your book, when the minkys I ordered were delivered, all to show the world that I belonged to something, was part of something. I can't even look at my own Instagram page now as it upsets me - bet that will give you a right laugh hey! I've had a crappy weekend, how was yours? I've spent most of it crying or snapping at husband and dog because I feel like I've lost something. Again, not really your fault, you didn't tell me to become dependant. You also didn't tell me you were a saleswoman pretending to be "just a girl cleaning her house" - but we live and learn. You probably stopped reading halfway through the second sentence but that's ok, I feel better for getting that off my chest. All the best!
Sophie - I absolutely loved following your stories, I was (am) suffering from depression and anxiety, I was off work and felt so low and then someone mentioned you and I had a look and was hooked. I really felt like we were "all in it together" and that you were someone who understood what it was like to feel anxious and lonely. I found an enthusiasm for buying the products and gadgets you showed us and really felt like there was a light at the end of the tunnel, I looked forward to your updates throughout the day and then spent so much money that I couldn't afford on the things you recommended. That wasn't your fault, you didn't force me to, but I wish you had told me that actually you were just being paid to promote them, that you got a cut every time I "swiped up" - I might still have invested in the loo roll holder, the mop, the radiator covers and the 72 bottles of zoflora (ok that's an exaggeration) who knows, but if I had it would have been with my eyes open, not because my friend Sophie told me how great it was. I'm an intelligent woman usually and not easily hoodwinked, but the mind is a strange thing and when suffering with mental health things get a bit foggy and perspectives can be a little off kilter, I appreciate you wouldn't understand that yourself but trust me, it happens. So when you're going through a really tough time you will grab anything that makes life a little more bearable and cling onto it - and that's what I did. You were my lifeline.
Then I found out that actually you weren't my friend, I wasn't your hincher, I was your revenue source. I don't have a cleaning account on Instagram, just a little private account with a couple holiday pics, a couple pics of my dog and lots of pictures of hinching related stuff, I posted pictures of when I squeegeed the stairs, when I ordered your book, when the minkys I ordered were delivered, all to show the world that I belonged to something, was part of something. I can't even look at my own Instagram page now as it upsets me - bet that will give you a right laugh hey! I've had a crappy weekend, how was yours? I've spent most of it crying or snapping at husband and dog because I feel like I've lost something. Again, not really your fault, you didn't tell me to become dependant. You also didn't tell me you were a saleswoman pretending to be "just a girl cleaning her house" - but we live and learn. You probably stopped reading halfway through the second sentence but that's ok, I feel better for getting that off my chest. All the best!
