I used to get incredibly caught up in what people said on social media. As though they tagged me, poked me or waved at me with their opinion.
I still have my moments, but a voice in my head now keeps me on check.
“It’s not all about you.” (WHAT????😫😂)
Here are a few quote-memey-things we may see on social media, in hopes to motivate us towards our better selves:
“Summer bodies are made in the winter”
” Abs are made in the kitchen”
“Quitters never win!”
“Muscle weighs more than fat”
“Nothing tastes as good as thin feels”
“Sweat like a pig, to look like a fox”
“Go big or Go home”
“Strong is the new skinny”
These are a microcosm of slogans/quotes we may see on social media, intended to push us towards our better selves. They are not good or bad statements and they are DEFINITELY not facts.
They do not own your feelings.
Some may be 💯 percent motivating.
Some may make you want to agressively hide/ unlike the person whose sharing it.
Some may make you want to eat a gallon of choco-loco-gelato or make a kale chia smoothie.
What we see on social media is not the full-factual event or statement. We have no idea what goes on behind the scenes. We are only getting a portion of that person’s story or body-motivating quote. Take it or leave it , don’t consume it wholeheartedly.
In my 20s , I was told to burn my shape/self/runners world etc . magazines. I did, in retrospect; I found other ways to disorder my perception.
Unless we plan on living off the grid, isolated from the buzz of life – we have to learn how to proceed without letting the sexy contour of social media control our vulnerabilities.
I don’t know the answers. I’m figuring it all out too. FB has only been around for <10 years and the way we operate as changed.. Some of it great, some of it uproariously hysterical and some of it, extremely tragic..
The beauty is our freedom of choice. We get to choose who we follow, what we absorb, how we comment /engage and when to take a &-$+-@#+ break.
We are beautiful and strong ; irregardless of what we eat, or how we exercise or whether or not we can contour our cheekbones. (I, cannot do this without looking like Pennywise.)
And, without any of it. We would never have had the pure exasperation of teaching the baby boomers how to double tap.
This blog is like the ridiculous sweater I bought at Anthropologie a few years ago. It was on sale and the sales lady told me "it looks awesome on you." It's the most bizarre sweater, and whether it looked good on me or not, is highly debatable. Like these blogs, I look at them at say "Yeesh, what was I thinking,," or laugh or bath in their cathartic qualities. The sweater stays for the same reasons.