A reality check for South Asian girls who feel disconnected from their online reflections.
We scroll through polished snapshots of livesâours includedâand forget that most of them are edited, filtered, and algorithmically arranged.
But what happens when the curated version of âyouâ starts to feel more real than the one living behind the screen?
This isnât about deleting your account.
Itâs about reconnecting with your actual selfâunderneath all the posts meant to prove she exists.
đ˛ âSocial Media Doesnât Hate MeâIt Just Keeps Rewarding Versions of Me That I Donât Even Likeâ
You finally figure out what worksâwhat gets likes, saves, comments.
You start posting with intention. You build consistency.
The metrics go up, but your excitement doesnât.
Because the version of you who wins online⌠isnât someone you even recognize.
Sheâs curated. Sheâs bite-sized. Sheâs a highlight reel.
And slowly, you realize youâre not chasing confidence.
Youâre chasing performance approval.
Itâs not rejection that hurts mostâ
Itâs being rewarded for pretending.
đ§ âI Forgot Who I Was Before I Started Curating Herâ
Before the brand.
Before the moodboard.
Before the caption that took three drafts.
Who were you?
Somewhere in the hustle to be consistent, clean, marketableâyou left her behind.
The girl who wasnât always âon.â
Who wore things that didnât match.
Who laughed at dumb jokes and didnât archive photos with bad lighting.
Now, youâre caught in the trap of being ârelatable,â
but itâs scripted.
Safe.
Strategic.
The brand grew.
But the girl inside got smaller.
đŹ âIâve Built an Online Presence That Doesnât Know How to Be Alone With Meâ
You post. You respond. Youâre engaging, active, confident.
But when itâs quiet? When no oneâs texting? When the stories run out?
Thereâs a weird emptiness.
Like you need someone elseâs eyes to exist.
Like validation = existence.
You built an audience.
But did you lose intimacy with yourself?
Because if your only sense of connection is visibleâif it always has to be liked to be feltâ
then loneliness starts looking like likability.
â° âWhy Is My Self-Worth Measured by a Timeline I Never Chose?â
Sheâs getting married.
He just graduated.
They bought a house.
Everyoneâs âthrivingâ while youâre just⌠surviving.
You start to measure your growth in captions.
Compare your quiet progress to someone elseâs curated milestone.
But the truth isâthereâs no timeline.
Only pressure.
And half the people posting âwinsâ are also crying behind their ring lights.
Your life isnât late.
Itâs just not being live-streamed.
đą âAm I Really GrowingâOr Just Updating My Feed to Look Like I Am?â
You post therapy quotes.
Talk about âboundaries.â
Maybe you even journal on Sundays.
But something still feels off.
Because growth isnât always pretty.
Itâs not always linear.
And sometimes, your healing journey doesnât come with a clean aesthetic or Pinterest-approved habits.
You might be documenting progress without experiencing it.
You might be posting milestones you donât feel ready forâjust to feel like youâre keeping up.
Maybe youâre not stuck.
Maybe youâre just performing motion in a culture that doesnât value stillness.
âđ˝ Journal Prompts: To Reclaim the You Behind the Posts
- Who am I when Iâm not posting for others?
- What parts of myself have I abandoned to stay âon brandâ?
- Where am I performing growth instead of embodying it?
- Which milestones are mineâand which were just timelines I absorbed?
- What does it mean to be seen⌠by me?
đ Final Words
You are not your grid.
You are not your highlights.
You are not the version of you that performs best under filters.
Itâs okay to be unpolished.
To be inconsistent.
To change your mind.
To grow slowly.
To exist without proof.
Digital dissonance is real.
But so is your inner voice.
And she deserves to be louder than the one performing for the algorithm.
Come home to her.
Not because it will âengage.â
But because she is the one whoâs real.
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