Days like yesterday reaffirm to me why I am here. Tattle can be a horrific place sometimes (we've probably all read things that we feel go way over the line), but it seems to be the only place where people can see right through her.
I used to watch her stories and think "well none of that adds up" but I'd go on Twitter and people would just be gushing about her. It was just frustrating and I felt like I was going mad.
I'm not interested in commenting on her appearance (filtered or unfiltered) or using nicknames for her and her family, so I simply scroll past, but the people pointing out her constant elaborate lies are literally keeping me sane. I don't compare myself to Instahuns anymore and life is good. It pains me that there will be young mums out there, yet to discover tattle, comparing themselves to her and feeling inadequate, not realising how different the reality is.
She just needs to be honest about things. If she did, I wouldn't be here, and neither would a lot of other people, I imagine.
I used to watch her stories and think "well none of that adds up" but I'd go on Twitter and people would just be gushing about her. It was just frustrating and I felt like I was going mad.
I'm not interested in commenting on her appearance (filtered or unfiltered) or using nicknames for her and her family, so I simply scroll past, but the people pointing out her constant elaborate lies are literally keeping me sane. I don't compare myself to Instahuns anymore and life is good. It pains me that there will be young mums out there, yet to discover tattle, comparing themselves to her and feeling inadequate, not realising how different the reality is.
She just needs to be honest about things. If she did, I wouldn't be here, and neither would a lot of other people, I imagine.