Little Miss Imperfect

People will perceive you through their own lense always. For years, I killed myself trying to project "perfectness" on social media, in my personal relationships, through private messages, etc. It was exhausting. And I still find myself doing it sometimes.

But, life isn't perfect. Nor am I. Or my family for that matter. When, the eyes of others are opened to the raw reality of my messy life, or the messiness of human existence, it can be disorienting. Because, we have become a surface level society. We have perfectly curated self images that are nothing like our real selves. Or, at least, I have for as long as I can remember. 

When confronted with my reality, and not the mask, people have become so disoriented. Stating things like: 

"Why did you change?"

"Are you okay?" 

"I'll talk to you when things calm down."

This messiness is jarring, ugly, and completely necessary. But, it makes others uncomfortable. Why? After all, we are not allowed to be messy. We are supposed to be perfectly aesthetically pleasing squares on Instagram. 

But, that's not HUMAN. And I'm not perfect-- I never was. No one is. I would rather be messy, real, or honest than a projection of false perfection. Because, perfection doesn't exist. And when I fake it, I don't exist either. I want to be loud and messy if that's what it takes to get back to who I once was when I still liked being me. 

So, find your people. The ones who can sit with the uncomfortable feelings. The ugly days or weeks. The ones who don't judge your imperfectness, but rather see it as a rally cry for help. Those who uplift you and try. They won't always be able to. But, maybe you can help them when they are in the thick of their own mess.

Somewhere along the way, humanity became so self engrossed that we forgot the basic foundation of existing. Real, human connection. Friends and mess go hand in hand. Check in. Check in. Check in. We all exist in this vast messy world for such a short time. We might as well be kind and understanding while we are here. 

Remember, you can't be everything to everyone. Especially if you ignore your own mess. 

I'll leave you with a song: https://youtu.be/vymKbLGKFUM

Thanks for reading,

Stacy