Unrealistic norms have become your goals and when you don't achieve them, the cracks below your nose begin to set. Double-tap and screenshot as you wish, of course... It'll all go in the trash eventually. Silently, you'll scroll, pin, and tweet whatever looks appetizing.
How okay are you being you?
Quietly you'll scroll and retweet whatever looks great to you, and later you'll become the latest retweet. Essentially, what everybody else is doing, or wearing concerns you the most. Where's the individuality? Not to mention that, that cute couple you'll like and tag your friends in will become your standard of what your next or current relationship will be like. All of the false pretenses of love are mistaken for lust.
Man, medias got you by your laces huh? Next, you'll need your eyebrows to be as thick as hers, and you'll be encouraged to get in the gym to have a body like theirs.
You'll take pictures naked.
Not in the literal sense of course; but naked and baring it all. Will you smile or straight face it? Because your smile won't seem as beautiful as the last. Naked in terms of baring the fact that you are a product of what you've seen in the media and that you as yourself has disappeared behind a door you don't remember how to unlock. "Everybody worships" (Wallace 237), something of course. Whether it be a god, or just be idea that you're great.
You'll then realize that you can create your own societal norms and won't have to follow a manual that was written for somebody else.
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