We’re living in the era of the perfectly curated life. Of endlessly photoshopped, filtered, and embellished imagery relentlessly filling our social media feeds. Everyone seems to be trying to convince the world that their existence is one glamorous, idyllic, perpetually sun-drenched highlight reel.
But you and I both know that’s not reality. That’s not how life actually unfurls for any of us. Yet we keep getting lured into these warped states of comparison and body dysmorphia and hustle obsession because some algorithm keeps convincing us that our lives are supposed to look like a magazine editorial at all times.
The truth is, real life is a wildly messy, emotionally kaleidoscopic journey that simply can’t be beveled into a ceaseless assemblage of mind-numbing perfection. There’s joy AND sadness. Triumphs AND struggles. Technicolor ecstasy one day and bone-tired, sweatpants-on-the-couch ennui the next. Living a life uncurated is about having the courage to embrace ALL of it – the gorgeous and the unglamorous. The highlight reel moments and the disorienting plot twists. Letting yourself feel the full depth of every human experience as it rushes through you, rather than ceaslessly posturing, portraying, and editing the “real” into some plasticized ideal. It takes tremendous bravery to be imperfect and honest in a world that seems obsessed with glossing over the raw, real stuff in favor of airbrushed façades.
To share the wobbly, unvarnished truth from your heart rather than just the usual”pic-or-it-didn’t-happen” grandstanding soliloquies. But that’s exactly where the juice and magic of this human journey lies – in our beautifully unbridled humanness. In the uncurated moments where we witness each other’s stunning array of emotions without filter or judgement. Where we drop the exhausting charade of always having to seem ecstatic and brimming with gratitude every waking moment.
A truly well-lived life isn’t some life-size diorama to be envied – it’s a visceral, sensual EXPERIENCE to be felt in every single one of its untamed, euphoric, anguishing, awe-inspiring moments. It’s soulful and deep and resonant BECAUSE of the emotional undulations and shadowy crevices that riddle the landscape, not despite them. So I invite you to get deliciously uncurated. Take off the masks and armor you’ve been overcompensating with and get rawfully REAL instead – in your relationships, body image, emotional expression, creative work, and every single pulsating aspect of this existence. The world has been craving that raw, uncensored truth from us. Not more perfectly edited veneers to unconsciously compare ourselves against. But the honestly vulnerable courage to be seen in all our rubied, unvarnished, beautifully REAL glory instead.