There’s something heavy about pretending to be perfect.
Something exhausting.
Something deeply disconnected.
We live in a time where image is everything, curated feeds, polished captions, and flawless facades have become the standard. People wear perfection like a badge, hoping it will earn them admiration, validation, and maybe even love. But beneath the surface, there’s often a silence that speaks louder than their shine: an emotional emptiness, a disconnection from truth, and a fear of being seen for who they really are.
And that’s where we part ways.
I can’t relate to the need to appear perfect.
I’ve lived too much. Lost too much. Grown too much.
I’ve come to understand that the real beauty of life isn’t in appearing untouched, it’s in surviving the storm and still showing up. It’s in the stretch marks of growth, the scars of healing, the tears that taught strength, and the broken pieces that were put back together, not with gold, but with grace.
To pretend perfection is to deny the very thing that makes us human.
And if that’s your highest goal, if all you care about is looking like you’ve got it all together, you’re not operating from emotional intelligence. You’re operating from ego.
Emotional intelligence requires honesty. It asks you to be real with yourself first, to sit with your emotions, understand them, and not use appearances to avoid them. It’s not glamorous. It’s not always Instagrammable. But it’s necessary.
Because I don’t connect with people who only bring their highlight reel.
I connect with those who’ve been through something,
felt it deeply, and still chose to love, to lead, and to live authentically.
If all you bring to the table is your polished mask,
I’ll respectfully walk away,
because I don’t dine with perfection,
I break bread with truth.
– La’Heart Desires
For those who live, grow, and lead from the heart.
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