Bonjour mes amies!
I am STILL in awe that I now have over 100,000 mes amies on Insta! When I started blogging and eventually vlogging, I could always count on quatre mes amies (deux were family) to cheer me on.
My goal was to inspire as many people as possible by simply being me. I wanted a space where I could feel free to show the highs and lows, good, bad, and ugly. And I did just that.
Social media has connected me avec beautiful minds from every country, religion, age, economic status, and race. I felt safe sharing the not–so-glamorous parts of myself avec un petit group of online mes amies.
But as my platform began to grow, I started to receive messages and comments that were heartbreaking. Initially, I took those tasteless messages as a direct insult, after all the words were left on my page. But I soon began to view the larger picture.
(Some) Hurt people, hurt people.
I’ve been hurt beaucoup times in my life, but during those times, I never felt the need to pick up my phone, scour the internet, and post mean messages to anyone (irrespective of whether I agree with them or not.)
I have received hateful messages about the texture of my hair. My parenting style. My style. My affinity for luxury goods and the amount of time I spend traveling. I’ve received other messages, but the aforementioned are the messages I receive the most.
Those hurt people have gone so far as to take my videos, repost them on their page and express how much I disgust them and how no one would ever understand how much they “hate me.” Oui mes amies, their exact words.
I used to ignore those messages and delete them now I simple reply:
“Sending love and light your way.”
Anyone who goes to such evil lengths to attempt to hurt someone has to be battling demons, I hope never to know.
Mes amies who are beginning their social media journey have inquired as to how I continue to produce content despite the hateful messages.
I show up for the mes amies who love me, not the one who hate me.
If you let the words of others stop you from pursuing your dreams, you may find yourself filled with disdain, just as the people who feel the need to send you those discouraging messages.
I firmly believe that we are all good at heart, BUT somewhere along the way, life experiences coupled with the inability to do difficult self-healing alter that state.
When I began drafting this post, I planned to insert the (god-awful) messages I’d received. But soon thereafter, I asked myself deux questions:
- Why would I share such awful messages?
- Why the heck did I, and do I still have those mean messages saved on my phone?
Remain in the light no matter how dark others get. And s’il vous plait, delete those screenshots and resist the urge to spread the ugliness.
Ciao for now 💋