YOU DESERVE TO KNOW: The Glow-Up Secret Big Tech HATES ❤️🔥
Okay besties, sit down. No, actually. SIT. DOWN. 💺
I’m about to drop something so real, so unhinged, so *main character energy* that your algorithm is gonna glitch. We need to talk. Like, *actually* talk. Not the performative “how are you?” talk. The real talk. The kind of talk that makes you put down your iced coffee and stare at the ceiling for 20 minutes.
You. Deserve. To. Know.
Know what? The truth. The raw, unfiltered, no-cap truth that nobody—and I mean *nobody*—is saying out loud. Not your fave influencers. Not the self-help gurus with the aesthetic bookshelves. Not your mom (sorry, mom). They’re all gatekeeping. But I’m not. I’m that friend who will tell you your outfit is giving “2014 Tumblr” when you need to hear it.
So here it is.
You deserve to know that the version of you right now? The one doom-scrolling at 2:47 AM? That version is NOT your final form. You are in the “loading” phase. The buffering circle. The “please wait while we update your software” stage. And that’s okay. Actually, it’s better than okay. It’s iconic.
Because here’s the thing: society has been lying to you. Gaslighting you. Making you think that if you don’t have your life together by 25, you’re cooked. Burnt. Toast. 🍞🔥
But let me tell you something: your 20s are just the tutorial level. The prologue. The *terms and conditions* nobody reads. You’re not supposed to have it figured out. You’re supposed to be messy. You’re supposed to fail. You’re supposed to cry in the bathroom at work. That’s the grind. That’s the hustle. That’s the ✨character development✨.
And you deserve to know that comparison is the thief of joy. Period. Stop looking at that girl on TikTok who built a bookshelf from reclaimed wood and has a perfect skincare routine. She’s also crying in her bathroom. We all are. It’s just that her lighting is better. 📸
You deserve to know that your worth is NOT tied to your productivity. The hustle culture is a scam. A full-on pyramid scheme where the prize is burnout. And you’re buying the merch. Stop. Take a nap. Touch grass. Literally. Go outside and put your hands in the dirt. Ground yourself like you’re a WiFi router. 🌱
Now, let’s get deeper. Like, Mariana Trench deep.
You deserve to know that you are allowed to change your mind. You can start a degree and drop it. You can plan a trip and cancel it. You can love someone and then not love them. Your past self was doing their best with the information they had at the time. Forgive them. They were just a baby. A confused, slightly cringey baby.
You deserve to know that your “mess” is your message. The things you’re ashamed of? The mistakes? The awkward phase? That’s the sauce. That’s the content. That’s what makes you relatable. Nobody wants to follow someone who has it all figured out. Boring. We want the chaos. The “I accidentally replied to my boss with a skull emoji” energy. 💀
You deserve to know that you are allowed to take up space. Yes, YOU. With your loud laugh and your messy bun and your half-finished projects. The world wants you to shrink. To be quiet. To be “not too much.” But you know what? Be too much. Be the main character. Be the chaotic good. The world needs more people who are unapologetically themselves.
And you deserve to know that the internet is not real. I know, I know, mind-blowing. But that perfectly curated feed? The aesthetic flat lays? The “morning routine” videos that show someone making a five-course breakfast before 6 AM? That’s a production. It’s a movie. And you’re the audience. Stop comparing your behind-the-scenes to their highlight reel. It’s like comparing your real life to a Marvel movie. Not fair. Not real.
Now, let’s talk about the elephant in the room. The thing nobody wants to say.
You deserve to know that you are worthy of love. Right now. Not when you lose 10 pounds. Not when you get the promotion. Not when you fix your credit score. RIGHT NOW. In your pimple phase. In your “I haven’t showered in two days” era. In your “I’m still figuring it out” moment. 🫶
And you deserve to know that you are not alone. I know it feels like you’re the only one struggling. That everyone else has their life together. But that’s the illusion. We’re all just floating in space on a rock, trying to figure out what to eat for dinner. That’s the human experience. Embrace it.
So here’s your assignment. Your mission, should you choose to accept it.
- Unfollow the accounts that make you feel small.
- Follow the ones that make you feel like you can take over the world.
- Send a text to someone you love and tell them they matter.
- Look in the mirror and say “I’m that girl/boy/they. I’m THAT. Deal with it.” 😤
You deserve to know that you are the plot twist. The comeback. The glow-up that hasn’t even started yet. The best is literally still loading. And when it loads? It’s gonna be a serve. A whole meal. A 5-star Michelin experience of self-love.
So keep going. Keep growing. Keep being the messy, chaotic, beautiful human that you are. Because you deserve to know the truth: you are
Final Thoughts
Having spent years watching the media cycle spin, I’ve learned that “you deserve to know” is often a prelude to a narrative, not a revelation of truth. What this piece really underscores is that the public’s right to information is worthless if we don’t also demand accountability from those who decide what we “deserve” to see. In my view, the most dangerous thing isn't a secret kept, but a story told in bad faith.