Why our imperfect stories matter (and why sharing the real stuff connects us more than perfection ever could)
We all have stories — stories that make us who we are today. But I’m not talking about the shiny, airbrushed kind. I’m talking about the real, messy, imperfect stories.
They’re everywhere — on TV, in magazines, on social media. I’ve read magazines that promise to tell “everyday” stories, but instead, they’re full of “Oh look at my perfect life — you can have it too!” It’s those kinds of stories that can send our self-esteem downhill fast.
It’s exhausting trying to measure up to a version of life that isn’t even real. We scroll for connection and end up feeling smaller instead.
So I decided to stop following the people with these so-called “perfect lives.” They’re not my people. My people are the ones who are raw, open, and gloriously imperfect — just like me.
And you know what? The more real I became, the more people connected. Because the stories that stick aren’t the polished ones — they’re the ones with the cracks, the giggles, and the chaos that makes us human.
If you’ve ever felt like you’re not enough, remember this: the most relatable stories aren’t perfect. They’re real. And that’s exactly what makes them beautiful.
Because life’s a bit like this sometimes — chaotic, funny, and impossible to carry neatly… and that’s exactly what makes it ours.