Elara had spent years curating her life for the web. Her Instagram grid was a symphony of beige and burnt orange; her Twitter threads were sharp, witty, and emotionally guarded. She knew how to look like a woman who had it all figured out. But at 29, lying on her studio apartment floor in the dark, she felt like a ghost haunting her own body.
By minute eight, she was crying. Not sad tears. Recognition tears. www.ifeelmyself.com
"You have spent 11,407 days becoming who you are for others. Today, spend ten minutes becoming who you are for yourself. Allow camera access?" Elara had spent years curating her life for the web
And for the first time, she was home.