Learning to See Myself Without a Filter
Learning to See Myself Without a Filter Lately, I’ve been thinking about how easy it is to forget what real even looks like. With filters that smooth every line, sharpen every feature and paint over the parts of us that feel too human, it’s no wonder so many of us start questioning our own reflection. I caught myself recently, comparing my natural face to the one I see on screen. The filtered version looked polished and bright, like it had it all together. The real me looked tired, a little uneven, and very human. And for a moment, I felt like that wasn’t enough. It’s strange how something designed to enhance can end up making us feel less than. Not just women, not just young people, all of us. We start hiding behind curated versions of ourselves, even from the people we love, and sometimes even from ourselves. But I’m learning. I’m learning to sit with my bare face in the mirror and not rush to change it. I’m learning that pores, smile lines, scars and softness all tell a story. They ...