Letting Go of Perfection to Reclaim What's Real: A Gentle Blueprint

What I’m waking up to is this: Fuck the ideology of perfection.

For most of my life, I carried the quiet, clawing itch to become who the world told me I should be.

As a woman. As a health food store owner. As someone on a healing path. I felt this constant pressure to fit an unspoken mold: Be the “perfect” size. Eat the “perfect” diet. Be the ideal leader. The ever-present giver. The conscious mother. The spiritual seeker who never wavers.

It’s subtle. But it’s heavy. And let me tell you — it’s exhausting.

The thing is, I didn’t even realize how deeply I had internalized the performance of perfection. Until I started waking up.

But What Even Is Perfection?

Here’s what I believe now: We came into this world whole. Unapologetically alive. Undeniably sacred. So perfect that only something Divine could fully recognize it.

And then, somewhere along the way, we were taught to abandon that truth. We learned to measure ourselves through warped mirrors — culture, media, other people’s insecurities. We were taught to trade our wholeness for approval.

But now? Now I’m being asked — called, really — to see myself again through that original lens. The lens of truth. Of soul. Of simplicity.

Perfection Doesn’t Live Out There

It’s not in the clean diet or the six-pack or the stillness you force when your body wants to scream. It’s not in doing everything "right." It's not in pretending your healing is linear or that your grief has a neat timeline.

Perfection lives right here.

In the cracked-open, burning, beautiful mess of being human. In waking up — again and again — to what’s real. In living.

Healing Isn’t Perfect — But Life Is

Let me say this loud: Healing isn’t perfect. And it isn’t everything.

Living is everything.

Waking up and hearing the birds outside your window — that’s everything. Walking barefoot and feeling the ground support your feet — that’s everything .Laughing until you cry? That’s everything. Making a mistake and choosing to witness it — to respond, not react — that’s everything.

Telling the truth when it’s inconvenient. Loving someone who’s hard to love (including yourself).Letting your belly rise without shame. Letting your voice shake and still speak. Letting go.

That is perfection.

So here’s to the undoing. To the messy, gorgeous becoming. To waking up from perfection and remembering what we already are.

Whole. Worthy. Wildly alive.

A Gentle Blueprint for Letting Go of Perfection

Body. Mind. Soul. Food.

If you're looking for a place to begin, here’s a gentle invitation — not a rulebook, not a cleanse, not another box to check — but a soul-rooted blueprint to help you release perfection and return to your self:

Body:

• Move to feel, not to fix.

• Rest when you’re tired. Move when you’re alive.

• Wear what fits your now-body, not your someday-body.

• Put your hand on your heart every morning and say: “I don’t need to earn my existence.”

Mind:

• Witness the inner critic without merging with it.

• Unfollow the accounts that make you shrink.

• Trade in overthinking for journaling.

• Let yourself be “in process” — not complete, not polished, just real.

Soul:

• Make space for silence. That’s where your truth will echo.

• Pray, sing, breathe, scream, create — whatever helps you feel divine again.

• Let awe in. Trees, music, stars.

• Remember: You are not here to perform. You are here to belong.

Food:

• Eat with reverence, not rigidity.

• Let your meals be nourishing and joyful.

• Forgive yourself for every diet that made you afraid of food.

• If your food story was written by shame, rewrite it with love. Bite by bite.

  
  

There is no destination. No perfect version of you waiting at the end of this.

There’s only this breath. This body. This moment. And the choice to love yourself as you are — not as you "should" be.

So here’s to the undoing. To the holy mess. To waking up, again and again, to the simple truth:

You were always enough.

Imperfectly Perfect,

Kristina