Prompt: Beauty
Ambassadors beauty

The usual white desk with wax crayon marks on it from when I was little, it's a support for my smartphone. I keep scrolling through the usual images and the Instagram screen has been in front of me for more than half an hour. I just released a reels that hasn't seen anyone yet. I would like to be like them: those perfect girls I see every day on social media. It's my only thought before falling asleep.

The alarm continues to ring, always the same trill that has now become unbearable. I throw a pillow to stifle the noise - as usual - and my shot goes blank. I stretch still annoyed and it takes me a moment to realize that... that insistent sound does not come from my alarm clock, still unharmed on the bedside table; it is the sound of the notifications that are coming to me. My video went viral overnight and I can hardly believe it as I try to check out all the comments one by one. All this attention makes me feel like I'm on top of the world. Finally someone noticed me and that feeling of invisibility vanished in the blink of an eye. When the alarm rings, I don't know how much time has passed, I'm still trying to answer all my followers. I had an appointment this morning, but I can't afford to go anywhere... If I don't post a video today, I'm gonna lose every visual I've earned.
It's an intense loop: I have to constantly find good content, publish it in high quality, wait for the first likes and always be available. Being an influencer allows me to live the life I dreamed of, even if I couldn't go to my mom's birthday last night; there was the whole family reunited like after a long time, and I had an event that I couldn't miss if I still wanted to collaborate with that brand. They seemed to have a lot of fun from the photos they sent me. I miss them. I do a lot of wonderful things, and yet I can't afford to pull the plug for a whole day and just disappear. There are things that are nice to keep to yourself, like a family dinner or a long chat with a friend you haven't seen in a while. But behind that screen, they want to know everything, and there are deadlines to be met. Sometimes it's not as beautiful as the first time, when there was the adrenaline of new experiences. When other people's lives looked good from the cover. Sometimes I want to wake up and be nobody again. Just for a day, one only day of my old life.