It’s Okay to Be Human: A Love Letter to Your Messy, Beautiful Self

Let’s talk about something we all need to hear right now: it’s completely okay to be a mess sometimes. You know those moments when your Instagram feed is full of people “living their best lives” and you’re sitting there feeling broken, maybe crying under the shower? Yeah, that’s totally fine too.

I’ve been sitting with this beautiful poem called “Being Human,” and it hit me right in the feels. Because here’s the thing – we’re all walking around trying to be these perfect, put-together versions of ourselves, while secretly dealing with our own storms inside. We’re checking our likes, comparing our follower counts, and wondering if we’re “crushing it” enough in life, whatever that means.

But what if – and hear me out here – what if the real magic isn’t in having it all together? What if it’s in those messy moments when you’re figuring things out, when you’re letting yourself feel all the feelings, when you’re just being straight- up human?

The poem talks about being “more than cells and genes,” and I felt that. Because yes, we’re literally made of flesh and bone, but we’re also made of late-night conversations, belly laughs with friends, tears we’ve shed, dreams we’re chasing, and all those tiny moments that make us who we are. We’re not just human
beings; we’re human becomings, constantly growing, changing, and sometimes falling apart just to come back together stronger.

Think about it like this: your heart is basically a garden. Some days it’s full of beautiful flowers, and other days it’s overrun with weeds. Both are part of the deal. The real glow-up isn’t about having a perfect garden; it’s about showing up every day to tend to whatever’s growing there.

And here’s the most relatable part – sometimes we forget to be human. We get caught up in the hustle, the grind, the endless to-do lists, and we forget that it’s okay to just… be. To feel broken. To need fixing. To sit with our pain instead of trying to Instagram-filter it away.

You’re not just another face in the crowd, another scroll in someone’s feed. You’re a whole universe of experiences, a custodian of infinite grace (fancy way of saying you carry a divine spark within you), and yes, a beautifully imperfect human being. Your mess has meaning. Your struggles have purpose. Your story, with all its plot twists and unexpected turns, matters.

So next time you’re feeling like you’re not enough, like you’re too much, like you’re not getting it right – remember this: You’re human. That’s not a bug in the system; it’s the whole point. Keep growing, keep feeling, keep being gloriously, imperfectly you.

Because trust me, it’s more than okay – it’s exactly who you’re meant to be.