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My cat Bunny got out for the first time ever and she had me worried SICK. After walking up and down the block calling for her I put her litter box and my pillowcase in the open detached garage, left the side door cracked open, and was just sitting on the couch crying when suddenly I heard a little meow next to me 🥹 pictured: the heroine getting pets upon her return from her treacherous journey
Dec 10, 2024
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Mar 29, 2025
When I adopted Bunny the sweet old ladies at the shelter cried because they were afraid nobody would want her; she was shy and generally pretty odd because she had grown up in quarantine as a kitten for panleukopenia, a deadly disease that’s the feline equivalent to parvovirus. It has a low survival rate and requires aggressive supportive care but it’s easily transmitted, even from human to cat, so the only contact she got was during medical treatments.
Bunny stayed timid because she was afraid of my husband but she had started showing a little more personality after we moved from our small one bedroom apartment into a large house and he got a job. She would come out of her shell when he was not nearby and then retreat and hide when he was around. Now that we’re far away from him, the change in her demeanor and confidence in just a little over a week has been astonishing.
The woman at the shelter who helped with the adoption told me that I was meant to find Bunny and that we would heal each other. She didn’t know how right she was.
Mar 29, 2025
My first cat that I ever had as an adult; she sat on the doorstep outside of my building one day and followed me into my apartment and that was it. The ultimate velcro cat and she came declawed which I would never do to an animal but it worked out really well for my rabbit and my beautiful vintage furniture. I lost her to lymphoma three years ago and it felt like the end of my adolescence because she had been there for all of it. I think I really prefer the personality of long-haired cats but don’t tell my cat Bunny…
Jan 18, 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 💌
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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