Five things I love about Making Reals On Facebook.

Over the past few weeks, creating Reels for my disability advocacy page has become more than just a hobby — it’s a part of my daily rhythm. Here are five reasons I love making them:

1. They’re short but powerful.
Even in 15–30 seconds, you can share something that stays with someone all day. A smile, a verse, a kind word — sometimes less really is more.

2. They let me share my heart.
Whether it’s scripture from my grandmother, a moment of morning coffee, or a thought about kindness, each Reel is a little piece of me sent out into the world.

3. They connect me with new people.
It’s amazing how many friendships start with just one video. Someone might watch a Reel, leave a comment, and suddenly we’re having a real conversation.

4. They’re creative and fun.
Picking music, choosing visuals, and deciding how to share a message keeps things fresh. It’s a chance to be artistic while staying true to my voice.

5. They spread light in small doses.
Not everyone has time for a long post, but a quick Reel can still make someone’s day brighter — and that’s always my goal.

Making Reels reminds me that encouragement doesn’t have to be big or complicated. Sometimes it’s just showing up, sharing your story, and letting people know you care.

— Kamala 

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