This post is brought to you by Budget cheap car rental Auckland That girl with the weird name, Essena O'Neill, has been blowing up the internet, ripping the lid off life as an Instagram celeb. Normally I'd be part of the cynical backlash, but right now, her original point is resonating so hard with me.
It's really embarrassing to admit, but there's this girl I know through mutual friends. She's younger, hotter and a makeup artist to boot, and constantly posts amazing selfies. We aren't Facebook friends, but every so often I look her up, stalk her profile and come away feeling terrible about myself every single time. Call it self-flagellation. And while I rarely click into the Discover tab on Instagram, when I do it's always filled with girls showing off their perfect bodies - clearly these aren't straight up photos, but they just feel so much more real than, say models in magazines. And I'm 27 freaking years old. I'm so glad this stuff wasn't around when I was a teen.
Social media is awesome, but it definitely goes two ways.
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