The Trap of Perfection

“Wow, that’s perfect.”
“You did it so perfectly.”
“This tastes perfect.”

We hear these words all the time. Maybe you’ve even been called perfect yourself. I know I have. At first, it felt flattering. But over time, I realized it was backfiring on me.

I began carrying this idea of perfection inside my head. Every time I didn’t meet my own sky-high expectations, I felt low. The bar kept rising, not motivating me but trapping me. Instead of doing more, I ended up doing nothing. I wasn’t living; I was just existing.

The expectations we set for ourselves, and the ones others put on us, can quietly take a toll on our minds. You may not notice it immediately, but it chips away at your confidence. By the time you realize it, part of the damage is already done.

So, this is for anyone who’s ever felt crushed by the weight of perfection.

If you ask about me today, I no longer pressure myself to be “perfect.” I just show up, do my best with the knowledge and energy I have, and let that be enough. The compliment “you’re so perfect” doesn’t make me proud anymore; it makes me smile. Because perfection is an illusion.

Humans are made imperfectly. That’s the beauty of it. Our flaws, and our willingness to work on them, are what make us whole. For me, perfection now means:

making mistakes,
taking accountability,
finding solutions,
fixing what I can, and
moving on.

And that, honestly, feels far more like real perfection than chasing some impossible standard.

Even the word “imperfect” itself says I’m perfect. But the definition has changed. I embrace my imperfections with love and kindness. They make me who I am.

Also, I know I’ve been MIA since January 2025. Trust me, I’ve missed writing more than anyone has missed me (hehe). I’ve got a few pieces in the works, and to keep myself accountable, I’ll be sharing them soon. Because writing is something I love, and I want to do more of it.

After all, I’m imperfectly perfect😼

See you soon.

With love and kindness,
Isha✨

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