These Are My Confessions
I can't complain. I mean I shouldn't complain. Choosing this path, I knew from the beginning that if things worked out, I would be baring myself out there to the public, putting myself and my image to the rest of the world to praise...to criticize. After all, how could I not have known this when I set up the camera and saw that blinking red light? When the views went up, those weren't mere numbers. Those were sets of eyes that scrutinized my every move. I prepared for it all, and yet, I found that no amount of preparation could fully allow a person to absorb the tidal wave of opinions, most of the time unsolicited, upon their own image. My privacy went out the window. I became a public figure.