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I deleted Instagram on a Wednesday after crying in a dressing room. Not because of the fluorescent lighting or the jeans that didn't fit — although those.

I deleted Instagram on a Wednesday after crying in a dressing room. Not because of the fluorescent lighting or the jeans that didn't fit — although those.

I was standing in the corner of the conference room, holding a plastic cup of warm white wine, pretending to check my phone. The company holiday party was in.

It was a Thursday afternoon when my phone rang. I stared at it like it was an alien artifact. The caller ID showed my mom's name, and I realized with a jolt.

I was standing in the cereal aisle at Target when my phone rang. My sister's name flashed on the screen, and I knew before I answered. I just.

I was about to give the most important presentation of my career. A promotion hinged on this moment. Three months of work, a team of eight, and a $2 million.