Ok so bare with me with this post but I hope it helps … more so if Rebecca reads here ?
I was Rebecca .. WAS !
I was lonely, sad, stuck in a loveless relationship with kids.
My ex was a lad but a lad with no mates, still no real mates to this day.
We would holiday to the canaries, beer for breakfast, walk around tourist areas day in day out, bring home to cheap perfume & alchol. The holidays where basically home from home in the sun, standard Brit abroad.
I was quiet, subdued & got on with it.
One news year eve we went to fancy dress & we dressed up as posh & becks, (dead)! I thought I was something special.
We would gloat about grand plans- marriage in Mauritius,we had a big fancy car, 3 bed house, mulberry handbags, always spoke about the future but with little knowledge. I recall one year telling my parents we planned to go on 3 holidays, I can remember my dad looking at me like I was stupid, almost like are You in the real world?
Eventually we where in £60k debt…
I thought the fancy car, lip filler, nails & handbags would make people think I’d made it, I’d done good … nope
No one gave a shit, coz they got on with their own lives.
5 years later I’m happily married, debt free & material means naff all. I couldn’t care if people thought I was rich or not, I’m Rich in freedom, happiness & most of all my mental health from keeping up an image has long gone !
I feel Rebecca is a piece of the old me & once she lets go of it she may succeed, she will be happy but like happy that insta don’t need to know