I observe my reflection in the mirror. I’m wearing a blue dress that highlights my skin tanned by the southern sun. It’s professional while having a little sexy side. My lipstick is called Casual, and just for that, I love it. My hair is slicked back to perfection, ready to declare my message to the world: I’m here to shine. Granted, there’s a good chance most don’t even notice this effort and others just think I’m good with a hair straightener. But what matters is that my ego believes in it.
I decide to take a little photo for my i********: account. I suddenly realize that this is something that I do less and less lately. It’s not that my life is less interesting to be posted on social media. Has it ever been so? But rather because I don’t feel the need to flaunt it. Suddenly, an idea em
