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sweet caroline

I initially had an indifferent perspective on my name. First seeing it as something entirely boring and a little old fashioned in a family full of “classically named“ american folks, then to seeing it as surprisingly over played the older I got. - In recent years I’ve essentially truncated my last name to Sage because my surname is difficult to spell & pronounce. I love that many adult acquaintances don’t know my real name and I have this built in botanical association I’ve *chosen*. - No matter how common the name is in the real world, and I’m no longer the only Caroline like the small town I grew up in, I do find it undeniably sweet. - I love that many people have positive associations with my name, and there’s a certain joy associated with it because of countless songs in pop culture. For the past few years one of my go to social media bios is “the one all of those songs are named after.” - No nicknames stuck much as a child, besides being called “C” here and there, with my sibling called “B.” But in recent years my best friend started calling me *Care*, hence the username, and it’s the first nickname I’ve connected with and felt loved through. Sorry to all the Caro-s and Carols out there, I always felt frumpy when I was called either growing up. - My mom causally claims that God, yes God, told her to name me in a dream way before her pregnancy. I like to affirm I was given the name because it’s *in my being to care* but I can‘t wait to see what nicknames I collect with the more people I meet, love, and am known by <3 - P.S. always loved the name Virginia as well, and Chrysanthemum because of the children’s book.

@care

Dec 24, 2024

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chilren names

Something I really love doing is collecting names that could potentially belong to my future children! Here are a few of my favorites: -Girls: Chelsea Millie Riva Sunday Fiora Mathilde Summer -Boys: Daniel Luca Frances Auggie Elio George

@ciaolilly

Dec 29, 2024

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Jake

Is not my real name. My dad always loved the name Jake though. When he and his sister were kids he inexplicably called her Jake (grandma hated this). When he eventually got the chance to name a boy (I was preceded by a bunch of sisters), he wanted it to be Jake. But I was named something else, which my mom says was because my dad’s mom wanted me to have a Catholic name, and my dad says it was to name me after an uncle (on mom’s side) who had just passed away. Either way, they have always called me Jake. And so I am sort of named after my uncle, sort of after my aunt. I feel good about it. If I was a woman I’d want my name to be Nora.

@slowdazzle

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Never changing

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 💌

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Finally Quitting the job that you hate

Schedule sent my resignation email for the morning, effective immediately ✅💅

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Rejecting the Commodification of the Self

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.

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