even charlie is appalled.
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dear social media,

i will get straight to the point:
you are not the boss of me.

you are not in charge of my destiny
and i do not have to believe everything you shove down my throat.

oh sure, i believed you at first.

you drew me in like honey sweetness and i drank it
until i was drunkenly swirling
on beautiful doll-like women displaying no apparent flaws-
not a single wrinkle or a gray hair in sight.
clothes hanging on them like plastic mannequins with
bedroom eyes that said,

this could be you, only better.

i let you seduce me.
to be fair, i wanted it too.
besides, it was all so innocent at first.
the brief, bright flashy messages worked
on me like a charm.

broken hearts are easy prey.

but just as fast as you fucked me,
you left me high and dry,
along with a string of unkept promises dangling
like forgotten laundry on a clothesline.
dazed and drugged
for my next fix i stumbled like a junkie:

a magic pill?
thicker hair?
a rounder ass and tighter tummy?

please don’t go, i whispered.
i can be beautiful. i can be perfect.
i just need more time.

i am no victim
and never was.
i willingly invested in your idea
even when every cell in my body was saying
NO, this is not you.

this is not what truth feels like.

your voice then got stronger, more agressive:

thinner+smoother+richer+babies+showers+weddings+endless-marketing=success

do it ALL at once!
do it fast and do it better!

YOU CAN HAVE IT ALL.

and lets not forget the women who actually accomplished your version
of it all and still feel they are lacking….
these everyday heros that should feel worshiped, not
judged.

shame on you.

fine, i will admit it, your fancy bells and whistles
DID present a strong case.

(and wipe that snarky grin off your face right now!)

the progress may be slow, and often quiet or unseen,
but there are quite a few of us that are on to you
and your little games.

oh, and we have way more power than
you could ever put in a bottle, a stupid movie,
or an advertisement for longer eyelash growth.

did you know the numbers of light seekers are growing every second?
they are questioning your tactics, speaking out, and creating positive
movement where needed?
in other words, literally kicking your ass?

for example, just now, some woman half way across the world looked at herself
in the mirror, noticed she had beautiful eyes for the first time in her life, and
then smiled at herself.

please, stop with excuses.
i know it is not your fault.
i drank the kool-aid and no one made me.

however, just because you exist and
try and tuck yourself into almost every nook and cranny i visit-does not mean i have to be friends with
you anymore.

more and more of us are choosing ourselves
over you whether you like it or not.

i may believe you sometimes,
but at least now i know what i am dealing with.
a player. a bully. a lonely kid.
you are not love.

love leaves you feeling full and open-
not critical, fat, depressed, and less than.

i am sure you understand this
on some level.

no hard feelings, ok?
we both knew this day would come..

love,
(insert your name here)
and mccabe xxx

ps if you agree, don’t waste your time commenting.
just turn this song up full volume and dance your cute little booty off.

“i know exactly who i am and
what i want to be……”