For four years, I was that #fitspo account you loved to hate. I was the girl sharing bikini selfies telling you to workout. I shared my impossibly hard workout videos and encouraged you to join me.
The people that we interact with are not always who they appear to be, or who they “post” to be.
Now, I don’t want to argue semantics, but I firmly believe that the milestone of adulthood, for me, was my first time.
Love: You’re deeply driven by what you believe in. Your passion leads you to do creative and, what others might call, “wild” things even to the point of sacrificing your comfort and sanity.
Everything we want is a click away. While that is good, do you realize how often we tend to start expecting similar instant gratification in other aspects of our lives?
It shows me a glimpse of a better reality. Better stories of real love, of dreams coming true, of babies being born, of people expressing their undying love to their friends and family. Sometimes it’s filled with love and it makes me believe.
The generations prior to ours had a radically different idea of what “success” is. Our grandparents aspired to have a home, keep food on the table, and find a life partner.
Remember those girls you and everybody ignored in high school? Of course you don’t. I didn’t remember them either until one of mine moved to New York City and became an incredibly high-end stripper.
Pisces: You’re nasty. You post a lot of nude Tumblr art. You get a lot of reports, but you just can’t help yourself.
Excessive and superficial social media use is conditioning you to ask for the permission of others to live your own life.