Fewer Fucks

Social media is wild.

5-ish years ago, I left every platform because I was in a terrible place. Every post felt like a Sarah McLachlan commercial with a bible verse attached. I was sick of it. I was growing in a direction that my friends list was not. Instagram felt fake as fuck, and I was over all of it.

And then TikTok… I resisted for a long time. I finally joined but stayed a professional lurker for years. Just watching, not fully understanding. But eventually it clicked. TikTok is weirdly honest. People engage when they mean it. They don’t just scroll past you like you’re background noise.

Now that I have this blog, I’m trying to actually show up on TikTok. Facebook is tougher because it’s still mostly local, and I don’t align with local values anymore. It’s chaotic as hell, but it’s also the first time social media has felt like actual community.

And yeah… people on the internet can be bold as hell. I won’t lie, the first time someone called me fat in a comment, I cried a little. IMMEDIATE BLOCK.

But something was shifting. Watching my videos back, editing drafts- I started to like what I saw. I’ve put in a lot of work to get to the weight I am today. Sometimes I forget that. The mirror isn’t always kind. I can see the progress, but I can also see everything else.

And still- none of that stopped me. I kept posting. Just with fewer fucks to give each time.