It didn’t feel rebellious. It felt like finally exhaling after holding her breath for too long.
For the first time in years, she woke up without checking who watched her stories. Breakfast wasn’t content. Her reflection wasn’t a brand.
She didn’t vanish to make a statement. She just wanted quiet.
One night, lying in the dark, she opened the app, scrolled through the smiling faces, the fake vacations, the good lighting, and the tired eyes behind them. Then she pressed Delete Account.
Day 7 of mentioning @DONJAZZY This journey has been about showing respect, not clout. Thank you for inspiring a generation. I pray one day our paths cross, sir.