* my dog Maddie licking cherry pie off of my hands
* my parents were having their annual Christmas party and I was standing in a dark bathroom with a crack of light coming in from the hall, watching my own reflection in the mirror as my nose bled (sounds sinister but I think I was just having a nosebleed)
* clown at the county fair psychologically traumatized me by i got your nose-ing me and another clown painted my nose red. I couldn’t get the face paint off when I got home and I was in tears
* I was mad that my sister had been born. the doctor at the hospital tried to amuse me by blowing up a glove into a balloon animal. my dad and I went home from the hospital for the night and i opened up some presents my grandparents had sent me and my dad and I rented the Barney movie from Blockbuster lol
* another one which may be the earliest but I shan’t share it… nobody needs to know the melancholy of little Tate R. Hole
Sep 27, 2024
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Hard to tell if its a real memory or an implanted one but I think it was my 2nd birthday party and I had a stye and a cake shaped like a ladybug and I was going down a slide with my friends.
If not that memory than for sure the memory of my first funeral at 5. I wore an itchy pink sweater and black skirt.
Oct 4, 2024
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my parents were pretty broke when i was a toddler so when we got bored my mum would pull out all the light, plastic kitchenware for me and my twin to play with. we have some pretty cute pictures of me n them as babies wearing a bowl as a hat. i did also commit violence with a colander and even as a 3 year old i felt so so bad about it and that's my first memory
Sep 27, 2024
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i was at my grandparents', watching carebears with them.
i was wearing a floral nightie, that never reappears in any other memories.
i was utterly distraught, grandma gave me a peppermint tea.
Sep 27, 2024
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My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
Feb 23, 2025
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Feb 27, 2025
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I’ve been thinking about how much of social media is centered around curating our self-image. When selfies first became popular, they were dismissed as vain and vapid—a critique often rooted in misogyny—but now, the way we craft our online selves feels more like creating monuments.
We try to signal our individuality, hoping to be seen and understood, but ironically, I think this widens the gap between how others perceive us and who we really are. Instead of fostering connection, it can invite projection and misinterpretation—preconceived notions, prefab labels, and stereotypes. Worse, individuality has become branded and commodified, reducing our identities to products for others to consume.
On most platforms, validation often comes from how well you can curate and present your image—selfies, aesthetic branding, and lifestyle content tend to dominate. High engagement is tied to visibility, not necessarily depth or substance. But I think spaces like PI.FYI show that there’s another way: where connection is built on shared ideas, tastes, and interests rather than surface-level content. It’s refreshing to be part of a community that values thoughts over optics.
By sharing so few images of myself, I’ve found that it gives others room to focus on my ideas and voice. When I do share an image, it feels intentional—something that contributes to the story I want to tell rather than defining it. Sharing less allows me to express who I am beyond appearance.
For women, especially, sharing less can be a radical act in a world where the default is to objectify ourselves. It resists the pressure to center appearance, focusing instead on what truly matters: our thoughts, voices, and authenticity. I’ve posted a handful of pictures of myself in 2,500 posts because I care more about showing who I am than how I look.
In trying to be seen, are we making it harder for others to truly know us? It’s a question worth considering.
Dec 27, 2024