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The Social Media Tornado

Lost within the likes

By SharikaPublished 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 3 min read

I was a 90s baby. Where social media wasn’t as prevalent as it is now. I did ridiculous things with my friends that will never be posted anywhere. Images that will live on only in my memory, and only liked by me. It was beautiful how time felt irrelevant then, I could hang out all day, go to tones of destinations and it still felt like morning. Back then people would page you to meet them somewhere from a payphone or to make you laugh in class with hidden messages like the word boob. Things made sense, exercise was easy because only the cool kids drove, and god knows I wasn’t one of them and television had a family vibe that no matter what age you were you could relate too. Cory dated Topanga on Boy Meets World for what felt like my entire childhood and even the guys in my high school classes could kick it with Sailor Moon.

I laughed a lot and grouped myself with rainbow of people who did the same. We could act your age, look our age and didn’t feel pressured by fake images projected by the media or what social class society wanted us to fit into. There was no swiping to meet people, there was adding them on your My Space and waiting for the green dot to come up and show they were online. There was passing love notes in class, burning CDs and awkward Much Music dance parties at schools. Crushes were normal without anyone pressuring you to sleep with them and you could eat peanut butter sandwiches for lunch. That was my era before the social media storm hit.

When it hit me, it was blinding like tornado but hit harder than a tsunami, and brought with it words like inferior, social isolation, depression and anxiety. Suddenly being me felt like it wasn’t enough. Everything was now online. I was bombarded with new slags I didn’t know. Hashtags that in the beginning I thought were intros to people’s phone numbers. Failing so bad at understanding it all that I felt I needed to constantly be online building this fake world of happiness to gain likes, followers and build friendships with people that I may never meet or see in person. I laughed a lot less and cried a lot more. It only took a few hateful words on pictures that I loved after sharing it with the world, to send me spiralling through crash diet after crash diet and unmaintainable work out routines. Before I knew it, I went out a lot less and cared a lot more about things that held no weight in my world.

It was crippling. I let guys dictate my worth based on social media status to the point were even leaving the house to go in dates seemed like a waste of time when at that point guys were just wanting you to go on your webcam. Then after what felt like forever, two abusive relationships and 7 years of therapy. I found the thing that I was searching for the most. I found me. I deactivated my social media pages and learned how to LIVE life. I stopped caring what was trending from what wasn’t and became unapologetically me. I lived my own rules and started connecting with friends IN PERSON instead of online. I wore what I wanted, label or not and went back to painting on hills of look out points and finishing my University Degree. Once I started excelling in every area that I set a goal then I let social media back into my life in small doses. Enough to be apart of the new digital era but not get engulfed in it. I learned how to use it to channel my dreams of owning a small business. Social media is great for marketing my talents. It no longer cripples me or makes me anxious. I learned to love myself and the qualities I bring to the table. I graduated, starting another business and writing a book. This is me.

Signed yours truly,

Happy and Engaged!

Bad habits

About the Creator


I love writing, creating something out of nothing, the world is a canvas. Musically anything goes. I was the girl in high school in the corner with ear buds and notepad. Now I’m the women who dances to her own drum barefoot on shore.

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