Maybe I’m Not Perfect… But I’m Still Me

There are days when I look in the mirror and I don’t recognize the person staring back. Not because I’ve changed drastically, but because the world has made me question if the real me is even enough.
Sometimes, I feel like I’m in a race I didn’t sign up for. A race to be smarter, prettier, funnier, more liked. A race where it’s never okay to slow down, never okay to be unsure, never okay to just... be.
I’ve tried being perfect. I’ve tried hiding the messy parts, the tears I cry quietly at night, the times I laugh too loudly, or speak too honestly. But the more I tried to erase my flaws, the more I felt erased myself.And here’s what I’ve realised — maybe I was never meant to be perfect.
Maybe I was just meant to be real.
It’s the quiet kindness I give, even when I’m hurting. It’s the silly doodles in the back of my notebook. It’s the way my heart beats faster when I talk about things I love. That’s me. And that’s enough.
I won’t lie — I still have bad days. Days when I scroll through perfect pictures and feel small. Days when I wish I could delete parts of myself. But then I remember: those broken parts, those awkward bits, those late-night thoughts... they are mine. And maybe, just maybe, they’re what make me beautifully human.
So to you, whoever you are, reading this—stop trying to be someone else’s idea of perfect. Be your own kind of real. Cry if you need to. Laugh even when they call it weird. Dream like no one’s watching. Because in this world that’s trying so hard to change you...

Being yourself is the most powerful thing you can be.

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