I’ve spent… oh god, DECADES now, polishing up the image, you know? Not just for the 'gram—though I see these kids with their filters and I get it—but for… everyone. My whole life, really. As a stay-at-home parent, the photos you present, the interests you *claim* to have, it all becomes your entire fucking identity. I look in the mirror these days, past the careful lighting and the practiced smile, and honestly, I don't recognize the genuine interests of the person staring back. What do *I* like? Beyond what’s trending or what makes me look good? Shit, I don’t know. Just… a lifetime spent chasing the approved version of myself, and now I’m 70 and utterly lost.