Can I just be literally so honest - I didn’t want to post these pics because of my knees. What a jokeeee. With PCOS and all my allergies and whatever else, I swell in weird places like my shoulders, knees, and face. Like I miss my kneecaps. I don’t think I’ve worn shorts or a dress in over a year and half, and y’all I was sitting on my laptop PHOTOSHOPPING MY KNEES and had this moment of OMG I LITERALLY NEED TO CHILL (these are not the photoshopped versions lol). What a reality check — in class we’ve been talking about the mediatization of society and the pressure that comes along with the inundation of 24/7 data access - biased, superficial, edited, altered-state-of-reality data. I’ve been feeling the pressure HEAVY lately - pressure to perform as an artist, pressure to post a certain amount or certain content, pressure to read more books, pressure to get the right job with the right path with the right connections. Pressure to look like the “old me” or the “new her.” And 99% of it comes from myself - like bruh I made a list of things I wanted to do in London at Christmas today and cried because I didn’t think I could do it all. Am. I. Ok. Comparison is a vampire. — but quoting the magical Lisa Bevere, “the thief does not come to steal what you do not have.” If you don’t have a TV, no one is going to break into your home to take it. The enemy is going to come after your confidence because your inheritance is ABUNDANT confidence. Your strength is a threat, so he’s going to tell you you’re weak. My creativity and purpose is world-changing, so DUH attacks and insecurity are going to come. But when you know what you possess in the first place, you are unshakeable. Those pathetic attempts at derailing us become powerless. And I share the thing about my knees because hearing other people’s insecurities always puts my own into perspective, but also makes me feel a little bit better about having them.