The Curse of Perfection: Why Self-Care Isn’t About Snake Oil or Six-Packs

Let’s get brutally honest, Bhessy.

We’ve been sold snake oil wrapped in shame: if you just eat cleaner, hustle harder, buy the right crystals, nail that 5 AM routine, and squeeze yourself into yoga pants that feel like medieval armor—you’ll finally arrive at perfect.

Perfection as self-care? Total snake oil. 🐍✨ Your body is not project - it's a temple.

Here’s the truth: no body is perfect. No soul is perfect.

We are all a little flawed, a little wild, a little messy—and sometimes downright ugly.

That doesn’t make us broken. It makes us real.

And real is where the magic lives.

Because real self-care isn’t about chasing a flawless version of yourself. It’s about letting yourself be fully human:

• Crying in the shower and then laughing five minutes later.

• Ordering fries instead of kale because your body craves salt and joy.

• Skipping the gym because what your soul really needs is to dance barefoot in the kitchen.

Perfection is a cage. Self-care is freedom.

So the next time that voice whispers, “Do better, be more, fix yourself,”—call it out for what it is: cultural conditioning dressed up as self-care.

Then, ask instead: What would my body love right now?

Spoiler: it won’t always look pretty. But it will always be true. 💋

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