The epitome of teenage amusement
Big Brother; watching every post with unfiltered judgement
Peers looking, strangers liking, friends commenting
But what is written varies from what is said
“Why did she post this?” “I bet this was photoshopped.”
Hidden judgement, thriving off of petty posts begging for attention
Waiting until 6pm to post; the prime time to “get the most likes”
Liking other’s posts so they may do the same
Black and white, sepia, valencia; filters to mask imperfections
A race of numbers
A physical proof of popularity
A drug; an addiction to praise
An opportunity to portray oneself how he or she may choose
Filtered or not, real or edited
But what do the filters add?
Self confidence? Respect from viewers? An attempt to be artsy?
Without the filter is the person changed?
A place of expression
Freedom of choice
A place where I may post a picture, and feel “liked”
Without a filter, I am the same person, only realer
Hiding imperfections masks only the most universal human feature: flaws
Without a filter, I am a woman. I am beautiful. I am flawed.
Without a filter,
I am human