Lately, I have been questioning my intentions in signing up on Instagram. Be it for motivation, socialise or just simple leisure. Because an image speaks for itself. It speaks about the place, the person who posted it and the story behind it. I first signed up with a public profile with both genders following me while myself following them back. Then I find that I am letting the world know of my lifestyle, the things I do and the places I’ve been to. I feel caged and insecure.
That’s when I made a private profile and blocked all male followers while unfollowing them simultaneously. Because to me, if I want them to lower their gaze of women then why am I, myself browsing through THEIR photos? To me, it contradicts one’s actions.
Aaaaniway. That’s when I had that dream. Honestly, I guess it has been playing in my mind for quite some time. I saw how easily people hack into each others phones spamming the owner’s phone with their picture. Call me a control freak but this is my personal space on Instagram. If they can easily take one’s phone then they could have also seen my photos. If that is not strong enough of an argument then being in the WORLD WIDE WEB itself is already the biggest stand I have. We.are.not.safe.
God. Moral of the story, just don’t post your personal pictures. Read the terms and conditions. Privacy is not really private. Better be safe than sorry and….
Prevention is always better than cure.
Diarinsyirah 