In a bustling city where everyone’s lives were lived online as much as off, there was a girl named Mira. She was smart, kind, and curious—but none of that got as many likes as her filtered selfies did.
Each morning, Mira would spend an hour choosing the perfect outfit and setting up her ring light. She’d smooth her face with editing apps, shrink her waist, brighten her smile. “Just enhancing,” she told herself. The real her never made it online.
Her digital world grew. Followers cheered her on. Brands sent her free things. Strangers called her beautiful. But in real life, Mira started avoiding mirrors. She canceled hangouts. She feared someone might see her without the glow of filters.
One evening, her younger brother came into her room. He held up a drawing. “I made you!” he said proudly. The picture was messy and colorful, and her face was wide with a crooked smile.
“This isn’t what I look like,” she said, trying to smile.
“Yes, it is,” he said simply. “It’s how you look when you’re happy.”
Mira stared at the drawing long after he’d left. No filters. No edits. Just joy.
The next day, she posted a photo—unedited. Her real smile, her real skin. The caption read: “This is me. And I’m learning to like her.”
She lost a few followers.
She gained something better.
Moral:
In a world of digital illusions, being real is the rarest and most powerful filter of all.
Getting bored n wrote this!!
Each morning, Mira would spend an hour choosing the perfect outfit and setting up her ring light. She’d smooth her face with editing apps, shrink her waist, brighten her smile. “Just enhancing,” she told herself. The real her never made it online.
Her digital world grew. Followers cheered her on. Brands sent her free things. Strangers called her beautiful. But in real life, Mira started avoiding mirrors. She canceled hangouts. She feared someone might see her without the glow of filters.
One evening, her younger brother came into her room. He held up a drawing. “I made you!” he said proudly. The picture was messy and colorful, and her face was wide with a crooked smile.
“This isn’t what I look like,” she said, trying to smile.
“Yes, it is,” he said simply. “It’s how you look when you’re happy.”
Mira stared at the drawing long after he’d left. No filters. No edits. Just joy.
The next day, she posted a photo—unedited. Her real smile, her real skin. The caption read: “This is me. And I’m learning to like her.”
She lost a few followers.
She gained something better.
Moral:
In a world of digital illusions, being real is the rarest and most powerful filter of all.
Getting bored n wrote this!!
