You can see one of my earliest artworks below; I don’t have a photo of just the page by itself but I finger painted the entire thing bright red. And scarlet was my favorite crayon.
My grandmother collected glass slippers before she passed; I never met her but every time I would go to my grandfather’s house I would marvel at this red glass slipper (it reminded me of the Ruby slippers from The Wizard of Oz) and the way it caught the sunlight. After he died I kept all of her slippers and her bell collection in my bedroom on the same desk where they had been displayed at his house—and the red one was my favorite still. I kept it apart from all the others. I take it with me everywhere I move.
I have a bright red raincoat. Red is the only lipstick color I wear. I’ve had every hair color but red has always been my favorite and I’m going to continue to stick with it for a long time. I’m currently wearing a red silk nightgown. I may be a green M&M but red is the color of my passion…
Mar 2, 2025
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Actually rainbow. I lovceeee seeing all the colors together. It’s so satisfying.
The color I’m most drawn to at any given time changes. Most of my life it was blue. Then there was the year I painted my room red. I was very yellow for a time (in generally I think I’m a yellow person). Green is always right there waiting for me. Hot pink was it just a year or two ago. Currently I’ve been into shades of purple, which is a first for me.
Mar 2, 2025
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...all shades. Always had an affinity for it.
But my favourite colour gradient I've realised, is the sunset in the Gulf region, it's so soft, kind of dusky grey blue and pastel rainbow hues. I miss it and I love it so so much.
And if I had to pick a dual colour system it's emerald dark marble-y green and a pale salmon-ish pink.
Mar 2, 2025
Red is my favorite color, but its even better when its paired with black. My purse, coat, outfits, hair, nails are almost always this color combo. It just hitsssss
Mar 2, 2025
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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