I deleted all my Instagram pictures
As I dove deeper into my thoughts ... I started wondering why I felt the urge to share these pictures
Knowing that they are nothing but moments of my life
Moments denude of their context ... to the one "liking" and "commenting" them
Why I sought these "likes" and "comments" from those ... who know nothing beyond what their eyes can see.
I was desperate for people' attention
Constantly trying to share the "brightness" in my life
To trigger the envy of the other ... which may reassure me and soothe my doubts
I gotta admit it ... For quite a while ... I illusionary thought that these pictures, defined ... Who I am
They acted as a self-validation, wherein the "likes" were the acceptance I was seeking to erase my self-ambiguity.
Thank you, Instagram... It's time for me to let you go... To let go of the fear of being many things or nothing ...
Thanks to you, I learned that I am more than the person framed in those pictures.
You confine me
I am breathing now ...(at least at this exact moment)