I've been cheating on Flickr with Instagram and I've come to realize something. Here on Flickr we try to post our very best. Instagram is quite different. Some people post their very worst. It's doesn't always show in the pictures but in the hashtags. I've seen beautiful portraits and landscapes that express beautiful emotions. It's when you read the comments that you see a totally different side of the image and the person who captured it. Take a young lady I met the other day. I won't go into her story but she has the ability to capture fantastic images. Images of flowers and skies and fields and sunsets. She also, on occasion, likes to be on the business end of the lens and is able to capture very raw and emotive personal moments of her own journey. What gets to me the most is how she describes the contrasted images. Flowers and skies are #beautiful, #sunny, #bright, #colorful and other wonderful words that bring to us a sense of life, love and joy. She obviously can see the beauty in the world around her but that's where it stops. To describe herself it's #ugly, #fat, #gross #disgusting, #nasty #hate and many more horrible things that let me know that she is a broken little girl who has been dealt a shit hand. My heart breaks for her. This image is for her. I used words that more accurately describe who she is right now. I hope someday words like #redeemed, #honored, #lifted, #exalted, #glorified, #cherished, #treasured, #chosen and #loved will grace her pictures.