Lately, I’ve been thinking about taking a break from social media. I’m in my mid-thirties, and honestly? I constantly feel ugly. I look in the mirror and pick apart everything - my size 8 frame feels “fat” because of a few lumps or the cellulite on my legs. It's exhausting.
The other day, my partner pointed something out that really stuck with me: how much social media I consume, and the kind of people I follow. One example? Molly Mae. I’ve followed her for years and admired her style, her life, her confidence. But he made a good point - she looks noticeably different in her YouTube videos and documentary compared to her Instagram posts. And it’s true. The flawless images we scroll past every day aren’t real. They’re curated. Edited. Lit to perfection. Filtered beyond recognition.
And it’s made me ask, why? Why do women with such huge platforms feel the need to present these impossible versions of themselves? When they know they’re shaping how other women, and especially young girls, see beauty?
It’s frustrating. Disappointing. I’ve been a big Molly fan, but now I’m just… sad. Because I realise a huge part of why I’ve been feeling so inadequate stems from comparing myself to images that aren’t even real.
No wonder we feel like we’re never enough.