Dear Pretty Girl in Instagram,

 You may not know me at all, but I think you are very beautiful. You seem to have all the perfect moments. The perfect hairstyle, the perfect selfie, the perfect body, the perfect clothes. You seem to have a lot of awesome friends with even more awesome moments to spend with them. You and your boyfriend seem to be very much in love, with no problems whatsoever, forever celebrating the honeymoon phase of a relationship. A lot of people seem to admire you, Miss Popular that you are, with all those people praising you, all the love that they send out to you.

But what’s the story behind those pretty pictures? Are you honestly happy with how your life is? I’d like to get to know you better than just your pictures. Could we maybe share a cup of coffee together? Tell me about yourself, go on ahead, I’m a good listener.

Maybe the story behind the perfect hairstyle, was that your sister had come in town and she sat you down while she talked about her new life and did your hair. Or, maybe you were just bored so you whiled away your time watching YouTube videos about how to make your hair look pretty.

Maybe your body isn’t so perfect after all, at least that’s what you think. What if you post pictures of it, just to get comments about how sexy and hot you look, so you don’t feel insecure anymore? Or maybe you’re just proud of how you look, and not afraid to show it.

Ooh and tell me about the one time you went shopping out with your friends, and wore clothes simply to take pictures in the trial room. Maybe all girls have that one story to tell. 
And what about your friends? Do you have some sort of politics in it? Maybe you don’t like someone in the group, and maybe someone doesn’t like you, but when all of you pose for a picture, its all cheese and smiles.

I know you probably won’t tell me your boyfriend problems, or would you? Start off with the good things first, the way you feel safe around him, how he does sweet things for you, the way he took you out on a romantic date that one time. But you’re going to tell me about the bad times too aren’t you? That sometimes you’re afraid it won’t last, that sometimes you feel insecure, that sometimes both of you have fights that no one needs to know about because seriously, you just want people to keep thinking that you are #couplegoals. Please, don’t think it’s a cliché, for every person online wears a mask, and to pretend that the mask doesn’t exist, is itself a lesson on how to be a hypocrite.

Are you also going to tell me about the times when you look at other people’s profile, and about how imperfect you feel as compared to them? Oh, it’s a wild wild competition isn’t it?

But the truth is, it doesn’t have to be a competition. It doesn’t have to be about who gets more likes, who’s more #couplegoals than you and your partner, it doesn’t have to be about who has more followers. Instagram, is simply a photo diary you like to keep public, and you can keep it in whichever way you want it. Don’t care about the haters, we all have got some. The point is, as long as you’re doing what makes you happy, you’re doing the right thing for you.
And as about the perfect moments, maybe they aren’t the ones you’ve put on instagram, the ones where you’ve “candidly” laughed at something with your friends. Maybe the perfect moment was sometime else, when all of you laughed about something silly, when your friend told you she believed in you, when he tucked your hair behind your ears, when you cried and your mother was there to hug you. 

Maybe, on second thoughts, I don’t know you at all because you are so much more than just pictures and those ‘perfect’ moments captured on camera.


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