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Love yourself outside of social media!






When you log into social media you are taken into a world where everyone seems to be striving for perfection. Filters are applied to cover flaws so we will either feel better about ourselves or others will be accepting of us. Some of us receive the validation that we need that will allow us to feel better when we log off but what happens when we realize that we don't receive that same kind of validation in real life when we can no longer apply filters to our flaws? In order for people to be accepting of the reality of the flaws that we have,we have to start campaigns to encourage us to be proud of how we naturally are. I may come across as if I am fighting out against people expressing themselves but that isn't the case. Why do people continually say that they are proud of who they are and they don't care how people view them yet everyone looks the same as if they are all fresh out of the same factory.

The other issue is how people will say love yourself just how you are but then they turn around and mock people for doing just that. The world is filled with people who will say the right things simply just in the name of more validation. People will make it their prerogative to belittle others while they themselves are plastered in fake. Then there are those who have the platform to bring across change but overtime you realize that instead of encouraging acceptance they have fallen to the influence. Nothing is wrong with wanting to improve the physical but never lose sense of self.  Outside of the social media following and the perfection that it promotes where do you find yourself? If people don't click that like button will you still like yourself? If people continually point out your imperfections will you crack under pressure and change it to please them or will you embrace it or change for you?



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