I know how messed up it is. I use filters because I don’t like how my skin looks, and then I dislike my skin more because I’m constantly comparing it to the filtered version. It’s a version of me that doesn’t exist but somehow feels more real than my reflection.

On Sunday night, instead of doing my homework, as I probably should have been doing, I decided to take a break and watch a movie instead. Going through my usual scroll of Netflix’s limited options, I...