I finally took the plunge and deleted my Instagram account about a week ago. And now that I don’t have it anymore, I’ve started to become more and more nauseated by the culture surrounding Instagram, especially among Gen Z.
Last December, I felt completely alone. In the U.S., cases were skyrocketing and I hadn’t left my house for weeks, even to go outside. I’d stopped going to my extracurriculars a while ago as the pandemic ramped up, and school was still online. Though it was my favorite month of the year, even Christmas music couldn’t cheer me up.