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There’s nothing quite as mortifying as scrolling through your Instagram archive, looking at all the embarrassing photos you posted years ago. And even worse than the photos are the captions.
Between references to song lyrics (Taylor Swift, I’m looking at you), moody Tumblr quotes I thought made me mysterious and some very questionable eyebrow choices, my digital footprint leaves a lot to be desired.
When TikTok took over the internet in 2020, I thought I’d always be a lurker, one of those mysterious users with no videos and an anonymous handle. If only 2020 me could see me now.
It started on Instagram. In 2021, I had nothing to do. I was working a few days a week in a cafe, hiding inside my house and trying to stay sane. In the short periods when lockdown lifted and we were allowed outside, I’d drive out to Savers with Olivia Rodrigo playing full blast from my car stereo, and drown my sorrows in secondhand clothing.
And although my shopping skills needed some (a lot) of work, being creative with clothing became a routine for me. It filled my time. It made me feel good. At some point, I started taking small videos of my – questionable, but she was learning – outfits and uploading them to my Instagram stories.
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julia kittelty 