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The Beauty of Imperfection: Finding Strength in Being Real
Letting go of the need to be perfect and finding beauty in the real, messy parts of life.
“I’m not perfect, and maybe that’s exactly what makes me real.” For so long, I thought that to be loved, to be seen, I had to fit into some Mold like everyone else. Society told me I had to be this way or that way, so I tried. I wore masks and put on faces that weren’t mine. I painted on smiles and told stories that weren’t true. But none of it ever felt right. It felt heavy like I was carrying a weight that wasn’t even mine.
Life Lesson #1: You Can’t Live for Others
Perfection, I’ve come to learn that it is an illusion. It’s a filter. A way of hiding the raw, messy, beautiful parts of us. The scars, the tears, the moments when we fall but somehow still manage to rise. Those are the parts I used to be ashamed of, the ones I kept hidden like old secrets. But those imperfections, those flaws, they’re what make me… me.
I realized that trying to live up to others’ expectations only pushed me further from myself. True freedom came when I stopped pretending to be someone else and started accepting who I really am.