lets start at the beginning
Confession: I’m addicted to social media. I check my phone almost compulsively, even if I didn’t hear it beep for a notification or message. I’ve actually checked my phone about three times while writing this so far. Now, I’m not here to preach about the joys of being a ludite or even say that social media is bad. In fact, I’m addicted because I love it. I use it to stay in contact with my family and friends who are spread out across the country. I use it to follow famous people who I admire and respect. I use it to get inspiration in my writing and in my personal style. I honestly love social media, particularly Instagram. But here’s the thing. I only ever put my best self out there. Yesterday, I took about twenty minutes taking selfies before realizing they just weren’t good enough for me. They didn’t fit an aesthetic I was trying to curate. And instead of posting a cute picture of me feeling good, I internally bashed myself until I deleted all the pictures in shame. Toda...