Excuse me? I saw that. I saw you like that hot girl’s picture right in front of me. What, do you think I’m stupid? I’m sitting right next to you on the couch, pretending to be on my phone when I’m really looking at yours out of my peripheral vision, and what do you I see? You giving some bitch a big ol’ double tap. I have never seen you like my own pictures with such vigor, even on ones that I didn’t force you to like in front of me so that I could make sure that you did. Who even is that girl? Let me see. It’s Demi Lovato? Like, the completely unattainable celebrity who I should not even spend one moment being threatened by? I don’t care, I’m still pissed.
Yeah, I get that she’s an icon or whatever who is admired by millions of people and lives thousands of miles away secluded from us normies. But that doesn’t mean that you won’t leave me for her if given the chance. She is flawless in every way which means I HATE her. There is a fine line for a woman between being able to appreciate another woman’s beauty and being disgustingly jealous, and that line is whether or not our significant other is even remotely interested in her in any way. They go from awe-inspiring to enemy right quick. And you have taken Demi Lovato off of the pedestal that I placed her on and body slammed her onto the top of my shit list. I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt since she was emerging as a champion of feminine power, but now that I know that you think she is pretty, things are not looking good for her.
Why are you even liking her picture in the first place? Do you think she, THE Demi Lo-Va-To, is posting pictures of her perfectly sculpted body that she worked so hard to love just for you to chuck a heart at it? That does not exclude Instagram models. If I can’t be them, then they are not allowed to exist in my world, which is also your world. I’m just trying to put this in perspective for you, because I seem to be the only one who is reacting appropriately to this situation.
I get why you think I’m blowing this out of proportion because I am incredibly empathetic and kind, but I can’t wrap my mind around why you can’t use your tiny brain to consider my feelings for ONE second. I’m hurt. I really am. I hope you and Demi have such a nice life together. I do! I’m totally serious! See how well this goes for you. Maybe you can slide into her DMs and you can live happily ever after and all that. THAT is irrational. Not me. I’m fine. At least I see where I stand now. And somehow it’s behind Demi Lovato. I can’t believe you could do this to me..
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