In bloom.

But I'm so tired of social media. I'm sick of everyone looking so good. Why does no one have smile lines? Or acne scars? Or back fat? Or frizz? And why do the ones that do, feel the need to post about it looking for some kind badge of normalcy honor. When did we start chasing Photoshopped perfection and how did we get to this place where we have such unrealistic, unattainable expectations, of ourselves and of others? Why is it all about shopping and buying and enhancing and perfecting and why is it that we never seem to have or be enough?

Most of all, saddest of all, I just want to know: When did the measure of success go from "a life well-lived" to "a post well-liked"?