You might think of it as boring but I think of it as free. As giving myself permission to not obsess over a stupid chair. To not squeal over a stupid purse or sweater. “Omg I’m obsessed with these.”

Look at this picture of me.

Desperately seeking likes, as if my entire self-confidence would crumble should I post something of my face that received none. “Did it work? Did it post? Did they see it? I’ll delete it and post again so I get more likes.” We try to build young girl’s self-confidence by getting others to like their selfies, by getting others to say nice things about drawings of our faces, “You’re beautiful! You’re beautiful! You’re beautiful!” when self-confidence pertains to QUALITIES. To abilities and judgment.

It pertains to trust.

You know what would go great with that hair? A SMILE. And what would go great with the clicking of those heals? SOME LAUGHTER. Because this seduction of “likes” is really a cry for connection and you don’t connect over CLOTHES you don’t connect over CHAIRS or TABLES or CURTAINS or PINTEREST or DI-FUCKING Y. You connect over tears. Over conversation and stories and laughter and hard work and a really bad day. You connect through hugs and smiles and coming in close.

Really close.

But the truth? This selfie will get more likes than this article I believe in. So I’ll go ahead and read the article but post the selfie.

“I just got 200 likes!”

Ps: you don’t have to like this.

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