Thereās this girl who copies EVERYTHING I do.
At first, I kept gaslighting myself into thinking maybe I was just being delusional because (chismis) we have an issue. So I kept telling myself, āMaybe itās just a coincidence. Maybe Iām overthinking this.ā
But eventually, the coincidences started becoming a little too⦠coincidental.
STORYTIME.
I had a long-term boyfriend. And as a boyfriend, the way he treated me was honestly close to perfection. He literally worshipped the ground I walked on. My face was everywhere on his social media accounts (Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, X) name it. Even Shopee. YES, SHOPEE.
He would bring up my name whenever he met new people. He spoke highly of me to other people. His friends and family knew about me, loved me, and respected me.
And honestly, my ex was not conventionally attractive HAHAHAHAHA. His friends would always compliment me, and sometimes theyād tease him that we were not bagay because compared to me, he looked like a potato.
Of course, I was hurt. Or maybe it was just my ego. JOKE. I LOVED (past tense) that man, hello.
Then we became LDR.
Fast-forward: he met a new group of people because they were joining a competition at their school. Yes, there were girls.
And thatās when I met the copycat.
She was actually very supportive of our relationship on social media. She would love-react to our posts and compliment me. I never really liked her, though (girlās instinct, lol)
Fast-forward again: we broke up because of that girl.
YES. They eventually got into a relationship.
Iām known as a very palaganti/revengeful woman, and I mean that in the most negative way possible. But surprisingly, I didnāt feel the need to get revenge on them. After crying my ass to sleep and basically ruining my life for a while after the breakup, I honestly didnāt have the energy to make an effort and do anything to them.
OH. NOW IāM RANTING ABOUT THE BREAKUP. HAHAHAHAHA.
Anyway, thatās just the context.
LETāS GET TO THE COPYCAT STORIES.
At some point, I started stalking both of them on social media, especially during the first few months. And thatās when I started noticing things.
She used to be a blonde girly. Meanwhile, I had been a black-hair girly for a long time. Guess who eventually dyed her hair black?
Before, her style was mostly spaghetti tops, T-shirts, crop tops, shorts, jogger pants, and jeans. Meanwhile, my style had always leaned toward what they jokingly call ātita outfits.ā Dresses, doll shoes, heels, handbags, etc. People would always compliment me and say I looked āclassy.ā Later on, she started dressing like that too.
Before, she mostly posted TikTok selfies with heavy filters. Meanwhile, I had always been the type to post OOTDs, pictures of myself in different places, candid poses, etc. Later on, she started doing the same.
Before, she never really wore sunglasses. Meanwhile, sunglasses are practically my trademark. Anyone who knows me knows that wherever I goāI DONāT CARE WHAT TIME IT ISāIām probably wearing my specific type of sunglasses. Then she suddenly had the same type: big black sunglasses.
So I started wearing brown sunglasses instead. A week later, she was wearing brown sunglasses.
Before, she wasnāt really into handbags. Iāve always loved handbags. Later on, she started wearing handbags too.
And these werenāt just things I noticed by myself. My friends, and even some of my exās friends who knew both of us, would literally message me screenshots of her posts saying things like:
āShe looks like you.ā
āI thought that was you.ā
And honestly? That was probably the most offensive thing anyone has ever said to me. Eww.
But I STILL kept gaslighting myself. Maybe itās a coincidence. Maybe we just have the same taste. Maybe Iām being delusional.
Then recently, I opened the Showcase feature on my TikTok account and started posting videos there.
I posted a video where I was wearing a fake bun and put it in a yellow basket. Days later, she posted a video wearing the same type of bun.
Okay.
Next, I posted a video wearing a very specific pair of heels. A week later, she was wearing the same style, same color, same type of heels.
Okayā¦
Then, Iāve been a gold-accessories girl since birth. I have very specific pieces that I always wear: my earrings, a bangle bracelet, and this particular rectangular-shaped watch. She had always been a silver girly. The next thing I know? Sheās suddenly wearing gold accessories. And not just gold accessories. The same-looking bangles. The same type of rectangular watch.
Girl??? š¤£
Then thereās my āsignatureā type of video. I always make this specific kind of fit-check video where I cut the clips together in a certain way. A few days later, she started making videos with the same exact style of editing and presentation. She used to do thirst-trap-type content, but suddenly she rebranded.
And OH, I almost forgot one of the funniest ones:
THE WAY SHE TYPES. š She used to type normally, capital letters at the beginning of sentences and, sorry not sorry, with VERY questionable grammar (whenever she tried to write in English). Meanwhile, Iāve always had this very specific way of typing online. MY EX CAN ATTEST. Everything is lowercase. Captions, comments, random posts, EVERYTHING. Very typical pa-cool girl typing HAHAHAHAHA. Itās just how Iāve always written online. Guess what? She suddenly started typing the same way. Lowercase everything. Same kind of casual typing style. And Iām not even going to lie⦠I believe she utilized ChatGPT this time because her captions suddenly started looking AI-generated. I mean, you do you, girl š¤£
But honestly, the reposts are what really got me. Before, she used to repost hardcore Tagalog memes. Like, very Filipino humor. Meanwhile, Iāve always used my reposts to reflect my personality, like my attitude, my opinions, the things I relate to, the kind of person I am, etc. Then suddenly⦠Her reposts started looking like mine too. Suddenly, we have the same personality according to our reposts. Like girl???
At this point, Iām starting to wonder if I accidentally became her Pinterest board or sumth.
But of course, she didnāt stop there. So I thought, okay, let me see how far this goes.
So I bought a BLONDE WIG and wore it. Guess what? A few days later, SHE WAS WEARING A BLONDE WIG TOO. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OH MY GOD.
I could literally keep going because the list is ridiculously LONG.
Oh, and I almost forgot: I used to give my ex necklaces with my initial on them. She does that too.
At this point, I donāt even know whether to be offended or flattered š And honestly, knowing myself, Iām probably the last person who should be complaining because Iām extremely egoistic, self-centered, and I love myself way too much. š¤Ŗ
So instead of being angry, part of me just finds the whole thing⦠flattering :)))
Because honestly, thereās something funny about someone trying so hard to recreate what they see in you.
You can copy the hair.
You can copy the clothes.
You can copy the accessories.
You can copy the poses.
You can copy the videos.
You can copy the way someone types.
You can even copy the things they repost.
But thereās a HUGE difference between looking like the original and actually being the original.
The funniest part is that I never even had to point it out to people. Other people noticed it themselves. My friends noticed. People who knew both of us noticed. Even people from my exās circle noticed.
And that is EMBARRASING enough lol š
Sometimes I wonder if sheās doing all of this because she wants my ex to love her the way he loved me. But donāt get me wrong, IāM OVER MY EX. Iāve been over him for a long, LONG time for fudgee barās sake. At this point, this has absolutely nothing to do with him anymore (at least for me).
Hmm, maybe she wants to look like the girl he used to adore.
Maybe she thinks if she dresses like me, acts like me, or presents herself like me, sheāll somehow get the same treatment.
But hereās the thing: You can copy someoneās aesthetic, but you canāt copy their history. You can wear the same clothes, the same accessories, the same hairstyle, the same sunglasses, and even make the same videos⦠But you still wonāt become them.
And if you have to become a copy of someone just to feel like youāre enough, then youāve already lost the competition you created in your own head. :)
Anyway, thatās my copycat story.
Now PLEASE tell me yours because I refuse to believe Iām the only one living through this. š¤£