I thought I was depressed because of social media.
I posted a picture of myself on Instagram and five minutes later, I deleted it, because nobody liked it. I thought I looked pretty in it. I genuinely loved the picture, but in a span of five minutes, I decided I didn’t like it anymore, because nobody else did.
Two weeks later I posted it again with a stronger filter and increased the brightness, and I got 57 likes, and I felt good again, but then an overwhelming feeling of disappointment washed over me. I liked the first picture better, so why didn’t I keep it up?
It’s because I define my worth by how many likes I get on a picture or a post, and the realization of that fact actually causes my stomach to flop.
We’re the generation of social media. We all have four core social media accounts…
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