Comparisons. Have you noticed we've hidden our like counts?
I found myself entranced by this number. Dancing like a monkey to get any dopamine kick measured by haphazard hearts and navigating and editing my posts to feed this ironically heartless beast. Speaking/posting when I thought I would get the most double taps like a pat on the head. Sure, our business largely depends on this game, but this compulsion was beyond. And as anyone who knows me knows, I hate being coerced to perform. And if that alone wasn't bad enough. Then I thought of it a different way. I thought of the people who look at my likes and compare themselves to it. I know people compare, heck I do the same. People who may be struggling do it. Even people who are not, but are at a different stage of their jouney...they do it. They see this number and it sets an imaginary hierarchy of self worth in their minds. And doubt. That thought that our likes may be limiting the boundless potential that happens when one is fearless.... I just can't. So I thought... Nope. I'm not gonna contribute to that. So I've been hiding our likes... no comparing apples to oranges for anyone.... and it's nice. Freeing. (The Bex in Liscio Porpora/Volonato Ocre and Wendy in Ibiza Lipstick/Maine Cipria) #nolikecount #cantcountlove #handmade #shoes #sevillasmith
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