Why Was My Instagram Account Hacked?

The web is an entanglement of pricey deceit

I randomly woke up in the middle of the night and checked my phone. It was almost 3 am and as always, instead of rolling over to make the most of the remaining hours, I decided to check in with two of my active accounts.

Twitter looked the same. Tweets referencing our Toddler-In-Chief’s pathetic display during his European tour, Azealia Banks still getting hate from haters, and another notable Black woman who is now getting hate from new haters.

I switched over to Instagram. It didn’t look the same.

I was logged out, and that wasn’t by my own design because my almost unhealthy reliance on Instagram for the quick fixes of escaping into unreality, wouldn’t permit me to make it harder to pull up the page.

I proceeded to enter my password and was rejected. But, then I got an eerie message that indicated that my new password had been mailed to an email address that wasn’t mine.

By this time, my eyes were wide open and I was starting to feel the sweat on my skin ganging up against the cool vibes of the air conditioner as panic quickly set in.

Something was very wrong.