@love

For years, I told myself a quiet lie: “If only I was ___, then I would be loved.” Prettier. Smarter. More polished. Less emotional. Fill in the blank — we all have our version. The truth is: these limiting lies come from the biggest lie of all: that love is something we earn by being someone other than who we already are. At SheFi Summit in Buenos Aires, Summer was crying, Jon was changing her diaper, and I was pacing my AirBnB trying to memorize my opening speech. “Just wing it,” Jon said. “Not helpful,” I snapped. But the moment I walked into the venue — into community — my shoulders dropped. I breathed again. Perfection isn’t what holds us together. Presence does. And when you’re surrounded by people who see you, support you, and love you exactly as you are, you finally realize: you never needed to be perfect in the first place.

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