a mango is not just a mango

one month into my IG hiatus

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(6 min read)

part 1: epiphany

I half-jokingly complained to a coworker two months ago about how annoyed I was with myself for buying a box of pre-cut mangoes marketed as “mango fries.”

Not only convenient—I thought while standing in Whole Foods on my lunch break, a bit lightheaded and low on bandwidth for smart decisions—but also fucking cute.

An hour later, once my hunger subsided and I savored the final bite of my irresistibly cute mango fry, clarity returned and I remembered this: Pre-cut fruit is a total scam.

It’s been a little over a month since I decided to give up Instagram for nine months.

I’ve had many people ask what I’ve been doing with all my time.

Listening, I tell them.

Stepping away from the app that once dominated my attention has given me a lot more mental space and with it, clarity.

This clarity has reawakened in me the understanding of how the simplest act of cutting a mango can lead to transformation. Because when I choose to cut the mango, I’m not just cutting the mango—I’m challenging the belief that I don’t have the time or energy for it. In this choice, I’m not only saving three dollars ($352 if I continued to buy these mango fries twice a week for a year), but I’m also reclaiming my power.