Perfectly Imperfect ‼️😎

The art of staying true to yourself, even when the world wants to fix you.

Some people spend their whole lives trying to get it right — the perfect hairstyle, the perfect outfit, the polite tone, the carefully measured responses.

(Oh well… looking great comes naturally to me, to be honest. 😂)

And then there’s me.

I walk in dressed in character before I’m dressed in clothes.

I ask the questions no one expects.

I never lower my gaze when I enter a room.

And I choose intensity, even when it’s uncomfortable.

I am perfectly imperfect. I am the way I am. 

I stumble.

I get the timing wrong.

I show up in a dress that’s too bold for a room that’s too bland.

I get emotional over a photo.

I talk too much. Or not enough.

Sometimes I disappear.

Sometimes I stay, even when walking away would be easier.

It took me years to understand:

my strength isn’t in adapting — it’s in resisting.

Resisting the pressure to be flawless, to dress how others expect, to speak how it’s convenient.

Resisting the urge to cut off the parts of me that make others uncomfortable.

Because I’m not a puzzle to be solved.

I’m a map in the making. A road that doesn’t follow GPS.

I’ve learned I don’t have to be liked by everyone. I just have to like myself.

That even when I get it wrong, if I had the courage to be real, it wasn’t a mistake. It was integrity.

There are days I feel invincible. And days I want to give it all up.

But they’re both part of the same story — my story.

A story that doesn’t fold, that isn’t stitched up just to look prettier in pictures.

And yes, sometimes I look in the mirror and ask myself if it’s worth it.

Then I really see myself.

The lines I earned by fighting.

The scars I no longer hide.

The gaze — full, intense, alive.

And I answer: Yes. It is worth it.

Because this is who I am.

Perfectly imperfect.

And there is nothing more powerful than someone brave enough to be that.

Silvia ❤️