February 11, 2022

Editor: Caroline Grin

Artist: Emily Veguilla

I’m breaking up with you. I know this is out of nowhere, but I have been thinking about this for a while now. You aren’t good for me anymore. The things you do and say to me have made me feel so bad about myself, and I deserve more than that. I deserve to live independently and love who I am without any judgement.

Although it may seem like you have made me a healthier and better person, I have felt trapped ever since you came into my life. You are with me all the time: from when I wake up to when I go to bed. You are always tracking where I am and telling me where to go. I don’t always need to follow your directions — I want to wander by myself.

Whenever we get into an argument, you tell me to “breathe”. I don’t need to be told that, especially when I am stressed or angry. I need you to empathize with me. I need to be told that everything is going to be okay, but you make it known that I am wrong. All you need to do is breathe, but sometimes it isn’t that easy for me.

You bombard me with my responsibilities. You constantly remind me of what I’m not doing. Shoving in my face the text messages I am receiving, the emails that are being sent to me, and the groupme messages that I need to respond to. You don’t have to constantly keep me on my toes, suffocated by my daily to-do list and Google Calendar. Is it such a crime to take a moment to relax?

Worst of all is how you tell me that I need to stand when I haven’t stood in an hour. I need to “get moving” when I decide not to workout in the morning. I need to burn a few more calories before I go to bed. I don’t need to be told what to do with my body. I don’t want exercising and calories to be my life. My worth should not revolve around how many of your rings I can close. I need to do things that make me happy. 

So, Apple Watch, I think it’s time we go our separate ways. I truly enjoyed the time we spent together, but it’s time for me to put you in my desk drawer. It’s really not me, it’s you.