It’s been two and a half years since that fateful day, and I think it’s finally time to share my story.
A few weeks after we moved into our beautiful new house, everything felt fresh and pristine, filled with the scent of newly painted walls and drywall. Our living room was still cluttered with boxes, and the furniture was yet to find its place. The space had a bare, almost clinical vibe, lacking any personal touches.
One day, as I was about to hop in the shower, I spotted my daughter’s abandoned mermaid doll and a few bath toys resting on the tub ledge next to the sleek glass shower. Those toys were the first signs of life and playfulness in our new home, and it struck me: finally, it felt like home. I snapped a quick photo of the scene, added a cute caption about how the house was starting to feel lived-in, and posted it on my public Instagram account without a second thought.
A couple of days later, I received a message from an old acquaintance, someone I barely remembered from high school. He wrote, “Looks like you might have a nakey ghost in your new place! Just thought you should know.”
My heart raced. What did he mean? Was there a ghost in my home? Did I believe in ghosts? The possibilities raced through my mind. I dreaded the thought of opening the post to find something sinister lurking in the background.
With shaky hands, I opened the Instagram app and located the picture. The vibrant mermaid doll was right there, facedown, with its hair splayed out. But where was this ghost? I scrutinized the image for any signs of paranormal activity. Then, I saw it.
There it was: my naked reflection in the shower glass. Sure, it was a hazy reflection, but there was no denying what it was—my own body. From below my chest to just above my thighs, everything was on full display. And let me tell you, I hadn’t exactly been keeping up with grooming during our move.
Panic set in as I realized I was the nakey ghost. I promptly deleted the post, feeling as though I’d been reduced to a pile of ash. The post had garnered over 100 likes, and I couldn’t help but wonder how many people had seen my embarrassing blunder without telling me. Surely, my friend wasn’t the only one who noticed.
At that moment, I could only confide in one friend, hoping she would laugh and ease my humiliation. Fast forward to now, and I can finally see the humor in it—two years later, it’s more of a funny anecdote than a source of embarrassment.
Since that incident, I’ve become hyper-vigilant whenever I post a picture. I now ask myself five essential questions before sharing anything:
- Are there any reflective surfaces I should worry about?
- Am I naked?
- Seriously, am I definitely not naked?
- What about from behind? Is there a chance I’m accidentally naked from the back?
- Am I wearing clothes?
Even when I know I’m fully dressed, I still check multiple times. It’s not just the idea of a naked photo circulating that bothers me; it’s that it was completely accidental. If I’m going to share something revealing, I at least want to control when and where it happens, not alongside a mermaid Barbie.
I just want to say to anyone who saw my naked torso during that time and didn’t tell me—you are NOT a true friend. It’s like letting someone walk around with spinach in their teeth or toilet paper on their shoe. Come on, people, let’s help each other out!
For those of you who, like me, may accidentally share revealing photos on social media, I feel your pain.
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