fearfully and wonderfully made.

January 23, 2015

Social media.

A platform teenagers have come to love. That I have come to love.

It's a place where I can escape from the real world, even for a tweet or two.

While some have different personas online, I try to be the best reflection of myself.

Except for Instagram, where my flaws are hidden behind a filter.

My words are systematically thought up, giving interest and mystery to my followers.

Those who see me on the Internet may just get a glimpse of who I really am.

I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

I am a precious, daughter of Christ.

I am someone who enjoys authentic coffee and conversation.

I am in love with the idea of being in love.

Social media is slowly trapping our generation, putting them into a box. A box labeled with things that I am not.

I am not sexy.

I am not a radical Christian.

I am not a stereotypical "black girl". (Whatever that is supposed to mean)

I am not desperate enough to have a boyfriend define who I am.

Slowly but surely, I am learning to embrace who I am.

Paying attention to what I know is true.

And I encourage you dear friend,

to do the same thing too.

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