We hide behind smiles.
Behind polished profiles and perfect phrases.
We curate what’s seen — and bury what’s real.
Because the real us?
Feels like too much.
Or not enough.
Or just… too raw.
But what if you were seen?
Really seen.
With your doubts, scars, softness, and brilliance.
Not the version you perform — but the person you are in quiet moments.
Would they run?
Or would they lean in closer?
Sometimes, being seen feels like a risk.
But it’s also the beginning of love — the real kind.
Vulnerability isn’t weakness.
It’s truth without armor.
And truth is magnetic.
What part of yourself are you still hiding — and why?
