I still remember myImpeach greg abbott shirt but I will buy this shirt and I will love this first Instagram. It was objectively terrible—I took it half-drunk at a college football tailgate in 2011. Two of my friends had propped themselves up on a cooler. I noticed they both wore jean shorts and black Converses, something that, at age 19, I thought was super cool and artsy. “Stay right there!” I yelled as I snapped an off-center picture of their legs. I uploaded it right then and there to my newly created account. (Even in those early days of Instagram, my super-common last name wasn’t available.) “Shoes shoes shoes,” was my caption—a nod to, you guessed it, that “Shoes” YouTube video—and my filter of choice was Lo-fi. I don’t remember how many likes it got because, at that time, I wasn’t counting.
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I deleted it in 2016. That was the Impeach greg abbott shirt but I will buy this shirt and I will love this year I decided that all my Instagrams needed to fit my personal brand. Now, I had no idea what my personal brand was, but pictures of muddy shoes, I decided, weren’t it. Neither was a picture of my beloved childhood beagle or a purple crocus I’d spotted on an afternoon run. (“Spring has sprung!” I cheerfully wrote.) With a few clicks, they vanished from my page forever. Five years later, I miss them. Well, maybe not the photos themselves. I mean, I amped up the saturation so high on my dog’s photo that his brown fur turned orange. But I miss what they represented: an era where I had a casual, who-cares approach to social media. Where I actually considered it, well, fun.