Hi, my name is Arie and I am an anxious person. In my never-ending pursuit to quiet my mind and — you know — try to relax or something, I’ve thought a lot about self-care. I always thought I “took care” of myself, until I realized sometime last year that I was definitely doing no such thing. I still had anxiety, I still felt like crap, and I still wasn’t treating myself very well.
So what was I actually doing when I thought I was practicing self-care? The internet as a whole has a pretty confusing way of looking at the subject. We’re “busy” so we’re told to take it easy and order delivery instead of cook. We’re “stressed” so we’re told to “treat yo’ self” with all the ice cream and french fries we want. Both of these things are wonderful (I mean, I love french fries!), but they shouldn’t always be treated as self-care.
This internet’s idea of self-care is, in fact, bullshit — you’re doing more harm to yourself than good if you follow the advice laid out on Instagram.