April 04, 2016She flips through the photos she has just taken. The ones of her smiling her big toothy grin, her nose is too long and her teeth are not straight; but she finds one she likes, crops it, applies a filter. She posts it on her three Instagram accounts. One her mom knows about, the other two neither of her parents know about. She waits, checking her phone impulsively to see how many hearts and comments she receives. She cannot help herself, her fingers flying, her hand twirling the phone in her pocket until her class is over and she can check again. She walks down the hall alone, looking at her phone. Waiting to see her numbers go up, but they are low — lower than the last post and lower than her best friend who always gets at least 60 likes and comments. She is dejected. She knew it wasn’t a good photo. Someone writes a snarky comment. She sinks a little lower. She feels stupid, ugly and alone.
when you share your story, inevitably you will touch someone else. the someone who needs to hear it most. you may never know it. but they will. and that alone is reason for telling. ready to share your truth?
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