* One long faint white slice on my index finger because I was washing my Ninja blender and I dropped the blades and instinctively grabbed them to catch them as if they weren’t literally just sharp blades lol
* One red mark where I tore a chunk of skin off of my hand scraping it against a very very matte finish painted wall in my apartment building violently jerkinh my sweet little friendly dog Benny away from a hulking lunging German shepherd named Maverick who just “got excited”
Feb 24, 2025
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Both hands, I’m always cutting these guys up somehow and I got 3 band aids on across two hands but I feel like when those boxers wear that tape around their knuckles except im just a clumsy guy
Oct 25, 2024
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there is something so poetic about tearing yourself apart over and over and your skin becoming stronger each time, like a small shield made out of your cells with which your body says: i am here and i don't want you to hurt. the one on my left heel reminds me of all the hikes i've done and the one on my right hand, where knives rub against my soft skin, reminds me of all the fulfilling meals i've made. now, walking or dicing doesn't hurt anymore. i'm being kept safe.
Mar 30, 2024
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reminder that you can get hurt when you least expect it
Mar 18, 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
Schedule sent my resignation email for the morning, effective immediately ✅💅
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