A gardener with a mask works next to a mural in Mexico City.PEDRO PARDO / AFP
I am rather shy.
Sometimes when I look at photos on Instagram I feel even more shy or I feel bad for not doing something I want to do and someone there is doing and I don't know how I would have crossed adolescence, when I was more shy, between
selfies
and images in those who seem to always have someone more athletic, happier or someone eating something richer than what I'm eating or someone who does something I dream of doing.
At the beginning of my quarantine, when I started to wear a mask, one of the first times I went out with dark glasses, which passed through fogging up and ...
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