Most of you know black—lamb as the sassy ain’t shit black girl who’s not here for men’s bullshit. While all of that is true, there’s so much more to Alesia than most of you know.
The thing about the Internet is that it grants you the choice to choose what you do or don’t want to share with the world. Most of the people who see Alesia (on here or in real life) just see a funny pretty girl with locs. You’ll follow her because you think she’s hot. You’ll follow her because you think she’s funny. You’ll follow her because you like how sassy she can be. But would you still like her if she shared some of things she’s shared with me? Would you follow her if she showed you her sadness? Would you care?
We talked this night over sushi about how people on the Internet have such high expectations for you once you get to certain amount of followers. People think they know who you are. They’ll tell you how awesome you are not knowing diddly squat about you. People are actually quite shallow sometimes. They’ll only hang out with you for the recognition, wind up thinking you’re a celestial being, and/or people they simply like you’re atheistic. They’ll create this person they think they know based off a blog or a selfie when in reality, you’re so much more than what people give you credit for. They get wrapped up in such a one dimensional person that if you were to show people your scars, your wounds, they’d probably wouldn’t know how to react - or maybe they’ll even be judgmental.
I see this happen a lot when I meet people with a bunch of followers on social media. Shit, I’ve seen people do this to me in real life. But if only people knew the kind of things that went on in this head of mine. Would I still be as inspirational? I don’t know. All I know is that people shouldn’t have to front for the Internet. People should be able to bring their authentic self. People should not be someone’s friend solely because of their aesthetic.
Point is, people are so much more than you think and sometimes holding people up to such a high pedestal can be terrifying and anxiety inducing. We’re all just people trying to survive and thrive. Never lose sight of that.
— lee j.
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