This is the age of social media, where everyone is a god and a king. A virtual exhibition of happiness is open to all, it’s free and feeds the ego. I’m so happy! Everything is great in my life! I’m successful – look, I have an expensive car, jewelry, and lots of friends! Everybody loves me! I’m respected. I’m valuable. I’m a good person.
Oh please!
Just look how good I am. I already have more likes than that Masha. And I’m slimmer because I Photoshop well. My teeth are whitened with an app. I have a great family, look — here’s a photo — everyone is smiling, and most importantly, everyone loves me. Because I live up to their expectations. I’m a good person.
Oh please!
I go on vacation every quarter, look, I travel. I’m wealthy, I have money. Look what I bought myself?! I go to restaurants, I have money. I’m a successful person. People respect me, and many even envy me. The envious ones can’t handle my happiness — I feel so sorry for them. Poor souls.
Oh please!
Others don’t live as beautifully — their photos aren’t bright, they rarely post flowers, their kids aren’t that cute, they haven’t posted pics with their husband for half a year — clearly there are issues in their relationship. But we’re always taking pictures together, because we love each other. And that chick married a sugar daddy because she got pregnant, that one’s an oligarch’s daughter, that guy is a gigolo with zero talent.
Oh please!
Just keep watching, don’t go anywhere. I want you all to see how great my life is. See? You’re watching too. It took me half an hour to find the right angle and an hour to decide whether to post this or that version. And remember, my life wasn’t easy — I earned it all myself, I deserve this life.
Oh please!
Look how I woke up — no makeup, and still beautiful. Here’s my coffee, here’s my balcony, here’s the soft morning light — this isn’t staged, this is just me. And you — envy me silently. It’s not my fault my mornings are photogenic. I’m just lucky, because I’m good and fortunate. Because I’m me.
Oh please!
Here I am jogging in the park. Not because I have to, but because I love nature. I’m all about health, balance, mindfulness. And you probably stuffed your face again last night. You wish you had my discipline. My energy. My body. I’m amazing. I take care of myself. That’s what self-love looks like. Take notes.
Oh please!
Today I’m low on energy, but even my tiredness looks aesthetic. Here’s a photo: blanket, candle, book, face mask, and the caption: “I’m struggling, but I’m coping.” Send me heart emojis in the comments. Support me. I do so much for you. Show me that I matter. That I’m needed. That you feel me.
Oh please!
I’m not worse than others. Sometimes I even feel — I’m better. But sometimes I just need some confirmation. If only someone would say: “You’re the real deal.” Just like that. No filter. No Photoshop. No benefit. So that I could believe it. So I could finally exhale.
Oh please!
I don’t go to the gym. I don’t torture myself with diets. I eat buns, pasta, and chips at night. But I’m still slim. This body — it’s just genetics. Lucky me! It’s just that I’m me. You ask me how? I don’t know. I just live, and you watch. Maybe heaven is paying me for this? You just wish you were in my place..
Oh please!
I didn’t learn how to promote myself. I don’t understand algorithms. I didn’t do anything special — you found me yourselves. I was just born a Star. I don’t need to be anyone else. I am. And you felt it. Because I’m the light. I’m a reflection of your desires. Your meaning. Your ideal on screen.
Oh please!