Instagram, like any other form of social media, really can ruin your life if you let it. While it does posses some great qualities, it’s also the easiest place to get lost via endless scrolling (besides Tumblr) because you could wind up spending an eternity on there – only to finally look up and be completely oblivious to the fact that a smooth week has passed you by.
There are foodie Instas, where people who eat out a ton and never gain any weight post all of the delectable meals they either actually consume or just admire. There are ‘Build-A-Models’ with 22 inch waists and artificial (or homegrown) asses you could rest a whole Ikea bookshelf on (with books!) wearing the latest in lycra and rayon fabric fashions. There are travel Instas, where folks without pesky 9 to 5 responsibilities and a bottomless pit of cash jet set to a different country every three days. There are magical weight loss solutions like the infamous waist trainer and “Get skinny in 2 weeks” herbal teas. Then there is your ex – the one who left you without so much as a “Hey girl, so I’m never coming back here, k?” living it up, wearing sneakers he can’t afford and popping bottles with scantily clad women on a weekly damn basis. Then there are the folks posting photos of themselves in expensive clothing, appreciating only the finest of latte art, enjoying time with their perfect boyfriends and girlfriends who have never wronged them.
The message — Folks on IG are buying new cars, having cute babies and getting diamonds fused into their nail beds all while wearing top quality weave and you’re out here just trying to make it to work everyday and back home to your cats without losing your earrings or breaking a heel.
If you’ve ever asked yourself, “How come everybody is flexing on the ‘gram but me Universe?” The answer is that Instagram is a place for displaying only your very best self. It’s become a highlight reel of happiness and prosperity and in most cases a reel of straight up fabrication and deception. The minute you start comparing yourself to people on social media, you’re doing it wrong. Taking a break from the pseudo rich bombardment is necessary sometimes to remind yourself of what’s really important, like paying attention to what’s going on in your world rather than what’s going on in the world strangers have built for you to covet.
Theodore Roosevelt (and I think Oprah) once said “Comparison is the thief of joy.”
Do you have an Instagram account? Maybe it hasn’t ruined your life, but has it ever ruined your day? Your week? And do you take periodic breaks from social media to maintain your sanity? Let us know in the comments!