hashtag no filter

I am freckles in the sun which I try to cover.

I am bags under my eyes which I apply concealer and thirty four percent brightness to in hopes of hiding.

I am a zit on my nose which rudely interupts my daily selfie routine.

I am smeared mascara after a long day that is screaming to be removed.

Yet, here I am claiming I am "hashtag, no filter."

How amusing.

How abusing.

How selfish of me to keep all of my insecurities to myself,

I find my activities becoming filtered.

I find my words and phrases made up of quotes from famous vines.

This is not me, but I still claim

"No filter"

Why do I gain so much gratitude by saying "no filter"?

As if the world owes me something because I skipped applying Valencia, X-Pro II, or Toaster to my picture?

I am not courageous because I claim to not use a filter,

I am courageous when I put my blemishes on a pedestal for all to see.

I am a revealing of smeared mascara, a zit on my nose, bags under my eyes and freckles on my face away from being courageous.

All it takes is

"#Nofilter"