Nobody Wants Perfect. They Want Real.

Somewhere along the way, we got the message:
Don’t post unless the kitchen’s spotless, the toys are cleaned up, your skin’s glowing, and your body is “goals.”

If you’re reading this like, “I post whatever and don’t even think about that…” Teach me your ways, because I’m still learning. I’m trying to be more authentic — to post the reel even though my oven’s scratched, the dog toys are everywhere, and my mental state is somewhere between “meh” and meltdown. Truth? I go to my cousin’s house to shoot content sometimes because they have a beautiful home, the lighting is perfect, and it just looks…better!

But I’m challenging myself now.
To take the pictures here. (Unless I really do need a perfect kitchen for whatever reason)
In my not-so-aesthetic apartment.
To post anyway. Because somewhere along the way, the goal became to curate everything — so no one could judge us.
But here’s the thing: I can’t relate to perfect.

And I’m guessing I’m not the only one.

I don’t know about you, but I can’t relate to a billionaire sipping their 24k gold lattes in their beach front cabana, planning their next trip to the Maldives. People want real. They want to scroll and feel seen – not shamed that they aren’t where they should be in their life. They want to read a caption and think, “Oh thank god, I’m not the only one who sat in my car and cried before walking in the door.” They want authenticity, not perfection. Perfection makes you feel like you’re not doing enough, or being enough.

I strived for perfection. To say the right thing, never piss anybody off, only show the highlight reel, the life is great even when I am drowning … perfection. You know what that led to? Even worse depression. And the loneliest kind of loneliness – where you’re surrounded by people but do they know the real you? The one who is full of F-bombs, insecurities, and never feeling like what they have is enough. Feeling like they are left behind. That is me, & I am working haaarrrdddd to change my thoughts.

The minute I started showing up in my messy, anxious-girl, grief-stained, still-healing, full-feels messy … I feel like something shifted. I am still battling the ‘not good enough’ … and I feel like that will be a long process and a fuck ton more of therapy, but what it lead to was people started DMing me with “ME TOO”, after I posted a true Instagram story, or post. My inbox is slowly turning into a space where strangers felt safe to be human. Why? Because when one person is brave enough to be real, it gives everyone else permission to exhale, and to connect.

So no, you don’t need to be polished to be powerful and make difference. You don’t need to have it all together to be worthy of connection. You don’t need to have the perfectly cleaned mirror to post that selfie, and you sure as hell don’t need to pretend life is perfect to make an impact.

Perfect is intimidating. But real? Real is magical in all its glory!

So here’s to the unfiltered tears, the awkward laughs, the bad days, the good snacks, and the brave-ass decision to show up anyway.

I don’t need to be everyone’s cup of tea because let’s face it that will set me up for full on failure, I just want to be someone’s “oh my god, same.”