On Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat, Tumblr, Twitter… everyone is perfect.
Every picture is of people laughing with friends and having drinks, or of beautiful food that’s perfectly angled with just the right lighting.
There are no pictures of those 2am tears. No pictures of pimples or pus, or throw up on your clothes in the back seat of your friends car. Those were my clothes, I was so embarrassed.
If you never met a single person face to face and all you had to judge people by were their social media profiles, you’d think everyone lived a perfectly happy life.
You’d think that they had no problems, no struggles.
But the truth is, every day is a struggle. Every day there are battles.
And a lot of those days you are going to lose.
You won’t go to the gym, you’ll smoke that cigarette after saying you’ve quit. You’ll feel guilty, ashamed…
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