How I almost booked a ticket to San Fransisco the other night even though that would be a 10/10 terrible decision. And that the reason I changed my mind and didn’t was because a tarot reader told me not to.
A funny thing happens when you disconnect from the social media hive mind. For the first time in ages, you actually feel like you’re connected to the real world again – far, far removed from the meaningless chatter of the cyber circle jerk and actually experiencing that trifling little thing we used to call “life” instead of repackaging it for clicks and shares.
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.
Multiple studies have shown that the more you use social media, the more likely you are to feel anxious.
You probably already know where I’m going with this, but it’s so much deeper than that.
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.
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.
What do you do when you’re bombarded with hateful comments about your appearance? Well, if you’re this woman, you turn them into art.
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.
Social media has been blamed for breeding narcissists, but the fact of the matter is, narcissists have always existed. Social media has just given them an extra tool to terrorize people.