I have a great life. I love my family and friends to pieces, and I like my (Purchasing) job most of the time. I have done well in school and have had a lot of fun. I have been on enough wonderful vacations and thrilling adventures to feel like my life has variety and spontaneity. I have a deep faith in God and I try to focus on what is really important during this short time I have on earth.
But then I look at Facebook and Pinterest, and the insecurities that I didn't know I had spring up like weeds. On Pinterest I see pictures of clothes that I will never afford, crafts that I will never have time to do, perfect homes for which I don't dare hope, and bodies that won't be mine no matter how many miles I run. I find myself wishing that I had more money, skinnier legs, or that one perfect outfit. Facebook is perhaps less of a problem, because it's not just a sensory overload of beautiful images posted by people I will never meet, but I still found myself (when I had an account) envying my friends or the friends of friends who we all manage to stalk without having met. My life suddenly wasn't as fulfilling as so-and-so's because he goes on more trips, she looks good in every picture, or that other girl must have way more fun than me because she goes to all those parties. I didn't feel this way every time I was on Facebook, but a lot of the time I got on to innocently look at an upcoming event or peruse some pictures a friend posted from a recent game night, and by the time I logged out of Facebook I felt horrible about myself. I would snap out of it pretty quickly, but the feeling was yucky while it lasted.
|it is beautiful, but I will never own this room|