As of late this entire experience has caused me nothing but anxiety and self doubt. The feelings comparison have started to bring me to a place of feeling like a failure in my body and success. I inevitability offend someone no matter what I do. While at the same time feel I don't have enough of myself to give as I try and try and try to keep contact with thousands of people. The likes, the followers, the content, the stories, the inspiring words. It's a lot to handle and not get sucked in. I found myself holding this stupid iPhone hours upon hours a day. Being completely checked out of my actual life. Living to post something for these little squares. Checking the insights to see how it "compared" to my posts yesterday. Live stream talking to you in stead of being with my friends, my family, or working on my own mental health. I'm over it. At least for now, it seems silly and irrelevant in the actual big picture of this beautiful life. So here's a picture of me before 6,000 of you cared. Before the notifications took up my lock screen. Before the like number climbed above 22. When I thought I looked like a million bucks and had never been so proud of myself. Before I was "dani dudek from Instagram" and was just Danielle. The girl who somehow survived the hell. .
I'm out. #pressonprettygirl