There are many reasons why I heart media, but also why sometimes resent it. I believe, love for media started when I was a child with the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Or the youtuber Roman Atwood, who always made me smile. However, it also made me feel and sometimes even now makes me feel like the world that media created is too superficial.
For me, love is a complex word. We have all created our own definitions. For me, it’s a pile of emotions, where you can find words like cheerfulness, but also hate. It is also the past, the present and even perhaps the future. There are many forms of love, and my relationship with media is bittersweet.
Most of the time, I embrace media. It’s an escape from one reality to another, as well media creates memories, and it’s something that is part of us, it represents who we are. In my mind, media grew up with me, the content over the years changed, and it made me realize that living within media is also maturing, which I believe is why I heart media.
When, a close family member passed away, media helped me cope with that, it made me realize that I wasn’t the only one going through it, and it taught me a few important lessons. This was the moment, when I knew that media is not only scrolling on Instagram or watching YouTube videos for fun.
On the other hand, I sometimes perceive media as an environment where the notion of the real world is pushed to the side. Sometimes, I see influencers posting their best-looking pictures and creating an illusion that they are living a dream life, which many teenage girls crave. And it makes resent them, because I remember when I was 14 years old and saw these ideal posts, it made me feel bad about myself. And I know I wasn’t the only one, which makes me want to scream and tell that media is not perfect, that it is also messy, like we are.
At the end of the day, I believe I heart media, because it is part of me, my life. It grew with me and continues to do that every day.