You Are Starving Me" — Why Consistency Is an Act of Service By Oluwatosimi
I almost took it as an insult. Someone reached out to me unprompted and said: "You are starving me." My first instinct was to recoil. Had I said something wrong? Had I overstepped? I scanned everything I had recently shared, looking for the offence. Then the next message arrived. "Why stop?" And everything reframed. I had been sharing. Small clips, personal moments, unpolished thoughts from my real life. The kind of content you almost talk yourself out of posting because it feels too ordinary, too unfinished to matter. But it was mattering. To someone. In ways I couldn't see from where I was standing. When I went quiet — even briefly — that person felt it as a real absence. Like a meal being withheld. "You are starving me" wasn't criticism. It wasn't aggression. It was a request. Keep going. Most of us don't stop sharing because we've run out of things to say. We stop because we assume nobody is paying attention. We stop because we'...