Dear Followers, I’m Out
I’m out, because I love you.
I don’t want to share my home with you anymore. I don’t want to show you my birth pictures (not that I have any), I don’t want to show you my rebuilding process.
I don’t want to share pictures of me crying so you can classify me as a “real, and honest” influencer/ mentor.
I don’t want my privacy to pay the price for you loving me or feeling connected to me.
I also don’t want to lie to you and pretend that I want to share these things with you. I don’t want strange eyes in my home, with my family, or on the meal I just prepared.
I used to think I wanted to; I faced that cringe, and I don’t want to.
I go on that platform, and I feel sick in my stomach watching all these coaches and people lie and pretend to be something they are not, to tell me I am less. So I buy from them.
Some people I reached out to pretended they knew me so well, pretended they loved me, so I would buy from them.
I don’t want to be part of this. This is not what I believe. I want to help women, I want to empower authenticity. I want to show you that your shadow is lovable, that you are lovable. NOT what’s on that platform.
Instagram is telling me that I need to pay to tell you I’m a real person; it’s asking me to post post post so much every day for you to see me, and it’s asking me to must say the right things within its guidelines that change every day. I can’t even fight for starving children cause that’s against the guidelines.
So I have to constantly censor myself, keep sharing half-truths, and develop a strategy to get you to buy my products. Honestly, I’m sick of this game.
To get you to buy from me and trust me, I need to give you my privacy and follow the guidelines of people I don’t agree with more than half the time. Grading me on whether I’m good enough to monetise or not.
I’m Opt-ing out.
I don’t want to lie to you; I want to be honest. I respect you, my followers. I love you all the people who touched my life, and I touched their lives back.
Out of respect and love, I’m opting out until further notice or a new perspective emerges.
I’m moving to Long form conversations, you will find me in my newsletter, on my website and these days Substack.
I might also buy a dumb phone, but I might not. Anyway, I need to run and get the rest of the kids’ Christmas gifts and wrap them before everyone comes home from school.
Ciao!