And yes, I'm not perfect.
My life is not licked under a filter, my speech is not always smooth, and my thoughts sometimes rush faster than I can catch them.

But you know what?

I am real.
I am laughter to tears, and tears for no reason.
And kindness, which sometimes goes to the wrong people, and silence, in which I search for myself.
And mistakes. And the courage to start over.
And love - real, awkward, sometimes unrequited, but always sincere.

In a world where it's easy to be "convenient", "successful", "photoshopped" -
I choose to be myself.
With hugs that heal, with a voice that can tremble,
and with a heart that feels everything too strongly - but never lies.

Because perfection is boring.
But authenticity is strength.
It's when you're not afraid to be vulnerable.
It's when you don't pretend to be someone else - you just live, breathe, love.
Really.

So no, I'm not perfect.
But if you're looking for truth, warmth, honesty and soul -
you'll definitely find me.