Today has been surprisingly dull. I was expecting a fun day out — maybe a spontaneous adventure or a night to remember, especially since it’s mon bébé’s birthday. But instead, I found myself scrolling through Instagram… and there it was.
A photo of a 20-year-old girl — toned body, flawless features, and what looked like the perfect social life.
Way to crush my self-esteem.
Soon after, I caught myself lurking through more of these so-called socialites’ Instagram pages — girls with perfect hair, trendy outfits, and that effortless confidence that seems to make everything look just right.
And for a second, I wished I had their lives.
But then it hit me — why should I even feel that way?
Why should I let these trends or pictures make me feel small?
Honestly, I’ve always struggled with this. I’d catch myself thinking, “I should’ve had a better life… I should’ve had their life.” I was never truly thankful for what I already had. Mom always told me never to compare myself to others — because while I’m busy wishing for someone else’s life, someone out there is wishing for mine.
So why do we girls feel so insecure when we see other girls?
Is it because these “pretty-rich” girls seem to have everything — the looks, the lifestyle, the confidence? (Ugh, yes.)
But no, that’s not it entirely.
I think it’s because they make effortlessness look so easy.
The way they walk, talk, dress — everything just seems so natural.
And I can’t help but ask, why can’t I look or feel the same way too?
Honestly, I blame social media.
You know why? Because ever since Friendster, MySpace, Facebook, and now Instagram — social platforms have become a stage for people to display only the best parts of their lives.
Sure, it’s nice seeing people happy, living freely, and chasing their dreams… but sometimes it feels like there should be a filter for posts that are “too good for the middle class.”
Like, come on — be moderate. Be humble.
Think before you post — does it lift others up, or make them feel less than?
And then it hit me again — maybe I should just be different.
But sadly, being “different” these days is labeled as being a hipster.
It’s become such a trend that it’s not even different anymore.
How ironic is that? Everyone’s trying so hard to stand out that it’s starting to look exactly the same.
So what do I do now?
I can’t be the typical in-trend girl — I’d get too insecure.
And I can’t be “too different” either — I’d just be called a hipster.
It’s been bugging me for the past hour, honestly.
But maybe the answer isn’t about choosing who to be.
Maybe it’s just about being me.
I guess I’ll just move on… and keep pursuing my own version of happiness.
