Scroll the same six lifestyles long enough and your own kitchen starts looking like a mistake.

Repeated exposure moves your sense of normal. See a narrow slice of very particular lives often enough and it stops registering as a selection, until your own ordinary room gets measured against a standard almost nobody actually lives in. Nothing about your life changed. The comparison point did.

Notice which accounts leave you looking around your own place with disappointment, and let a few of them go. Then spend ten minutes actually looking at what you have, not as content but as your life. A room with food in it and people who come over is not a lesser version of anything.