{"id":18688,"date":"2022-09-12T20:45:36","date_gmt":"2022-09-13T00:45:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jolineblais.net\/nmd200\/?p=18688"},"modified":"2022-09-12T20:46:35","modified_gmt":"2022-09-13T00:46:35","slug":"task2-bridget-adams","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jolineblais.net\/nmd200\/task2-bridget-adams\/","title":{"rendered":"Task2-Bridget Adams"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>As a fifth grader, I remember begging my parents to let me download instagram because all of my friends had it. After months of prying and begging, my parents finally allowed me to get it. I followed all of my friends, and mutual friends. From the first day I downloaded the app, I recall how badly it stung when someone wouldn&#8217;t follow me back or wouldn&#8217;t like one of my posts. It only escalated from there. Posting on instagram became a source of anxiety for me instead of a fun way to connect with friends. Most of the time I would dread posting because I was scared that my post wouldn&#8217;t get enough likes or comments. As I got older I began to notice the only posts that would gain likes were pictures of my body or face. Instead of posting pictures I liked, I would start posting pictures that I knew would GET likes. Now I have realized how dumb social media actually is, and I could care less about how many likes and followers I have which is a huge step. Something that really helped the anxiety I would feel surrounding posting on social media is the option to hide the like count. If instagram also gave an option to hide follower count as well I feel as though that would especially help young kids growing up with social media. <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"18689\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/jolineblais.net\/nmd200\/task2-bridget-adams\/screen-shot-2022-09-12-at-8-44-37-pm\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/jolineblais.net\/nmd200\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Screen-Shot-2022-09-12-at-8.44.37-PM.png\" data-orig-size=\"860,880\" data-comments-opened=\"0\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Screen Shot 2022-09-12 at 8.44.37 PM\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/jolineblais.net\/nmd200\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Screen-Shot-2022-09-12-at-8.44.37-PM-293x300.png\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/jolineblais.net\/nmd200\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Screen-Shot-2022-09-12-at-8.44.37-PM.png\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-18689\" style=\"font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, Oxygen-Sans, Ubuntu, Cantarell, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif\" src=\"http:\/\/jolineblais.net\/nmd200\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Screen-Shot-2022-09-12-at-8.44.37-PM-293x300.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"299\" height=\"306\" data-kale-share-title=\"Task2-Bridget Adams\" data-kale-share-url=\"http:\/\/jolineblais.net\/nmd200\/?p=18688\" srcset=\"https:\/\/jolineblais.net\/nmd200\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Screen-Shot-2022-09-12-at-8.44.37-PM-293x300.png 293w, https:\/\/jolineblais.net\/nmd200\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Screen-Shot-2022-09-12-at-8.44.37-PM-768x786.png 768w, https:\/\/jolineblais.net\/nmd200\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Screen-Shot-2022-09-12-at-8.44.37-PM.png 860w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 299px) 100vw, 299px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As a fifth grader, I remember begging my parents to let me download instagram because all of my friends had it. After months of prying and begging, my parents finally allowed me to get it. I followed all of my friends, and mutual friends. 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