Dear Facebook, I’m Breaking Up with You

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ff">We’ve tried this before. Out of sight, out of mind, but I come running back to you every time. And it’s plain to see that I just can’t compete. I don’t have an hourglass figure or perfect skin or Barbie feet. Every time our eyes meet, the only thing I feel is inadequacy and it just doesn’t have to be this way.They say if you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it’s yours: if it doesn’t, it never was. But I’d be a lie and a half if I thought for a second that you’d come back to me.So now, you can’t.Not when I’m up against filters and photoshop and plastic surgery. You have me thinking that the problem is me. See

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myself in the mirror, think I look alright but hate my face the moment that I snap a selfie.All this time I’ve spent feeling like I don’t measure up could have been spent actually working on me. Taking care of myself instead of scrolling and feeling ugly. You use advertisements to take advantage of my low self-esteem. This isn’t just costing me time, it’s costing me money.Taking a break is just another way of saying it’s over, so I’m breaking up with you. And no, we can’t be friends. This is the end.Love,MeP.S.: No, me and Instagram can’t be friends either. You tried it, though.</article></body>

Dear Facebook, I’m Breaking Up with You

Dear Facebook,

I’m always telling my kids to get their mind out of the gutter, but right now, the only thing that’s in the gutter is my self-esteem: and it doesn’t have to be.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

We’ve tried this before. Out of sight, out of mind, but I come running back to you every time. And it’s plain to see that I just can’t compete. I don’t have an hourglass figure or perfect skin or Barbie feet. Every time our eyes meet, the only thing I feel is inadequacy and it just doesn’t have to be this way.

They say if you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it’s yours: if it doesn’t, it never was. But I’d be a lie and a half if I thought for a second that you’d come back to me.

So now, you can’t.

Not when I’m up against filters and photoshop and plastic surgery. You have me thinking that the problem is me. See myself in the mirror, think I look alright but hate my face the moment that I snap a selfie.

All this time I’ve spent feeling like I don’t measure up could have been spent actually working on me. Taking care of myself instead of scrolling and feeling ugly. You use advertisements to take advantage of my low self-esteem. This isn’t just costing me time, it’s costing me money.

Taking a break is just another way of saying it’s over, so I’m breaking up with you. And no, we can’t be friends. This is the end.

Love,

P.S.: No, me and Instagram can’t be friends either. You tried it, though.