🌸 I had a meltdown on my wedding day, and it was perfect

📚 story

In 15 minutes, I’m walking down the aisle.
It’s not stress.
It’s beyond stress.

I’ve kicked everyone out of the room. I have five minutes alone. Outside, the buzz is rising—guests chatting, laughing, finding their seats. I hear it all through the open window. I see them, but no one sees me.

Honestly?

I don’t get the whole bride hype.

Hear me out.
Yes, I want to get married. Very much so.

But it’s SO much pressure.

My hair must be perfect.
My makeup flawless.
My dress a perfect fit.
My walk graceful.
My nails shining.
My smile discreet.
…

I can’t keep wondering “what if”. What if I’m not perfect enough? Not bridal enough?

My heart is speeding by the minute, and I’m drowning.
I can’t breathe.

I lie down on the floor and try to calm my breath.

I hate that I’m not with him—my almost-husband.
We’re not traditional, but he wanted a classic “first look” when I walk down the aisle.
So I haven’t seen him.
And all I want is him.

He’s the only one who can make me breathe right now.

So I reach for my phone.
I call and say:

“I’m kinda freaking out.”
“It’s going to be just fine. Everybody’s here, it’s loads of fun!”

He’s laughing. Relaxed. Radiant. I can picture him charming our guests in his tailored suit.

I peek at the window.

And then—I see him. He looks incredible.
“I see you,” I whisper.
He turns, grins.
“I see you too.”
He waves.

And just like that, my stress vanishes. Perfection doesn’t matter anymore.

It doesn’t matter if I trip.
If I cry mid-vows.
If the playlist glitches or someone pukes in the middle of the tent (true story).

I’ve waited 10 years to marry this man.
And it’s happening now!

Suddenly, all I want is to walk down this aisle and see his smile when he sees me.

The ceremony unfolds magically. I soak it all in.
The jokes. The misnumbered pages. The heartfelt pauses. The speeches filled with love.

Was it perfect?
Maybe not for the world.
But for us, it absolutely was.

Because all the quirks made me realize:
We made room for our friends and family to be themselves.
We made room for us to be ourselves.

That’s what perfection is.
The power of being you, unapologetically, you.

📝 lesson

There’s no need to be perfect. Nobody is. And if you’ve ever met someone who seemed perfect, chances are you hated them. 

Perfection is a myth. 
Perfection is an illusion of control.
Perfection is wearing a mask, never allowing ourselves to be true. 

The need to be perfect is pure pressure, from ourselves, from others, from society. But there’s no obligation to succumb to it. You can choose to let it go. Not that it’s easy. 

Imperfections are what make us real, humans, connected. 
It’s all our flaws, all our quirks, all our weirdness that makes us lovable. 

Be imperfect.
Be present. 

Next time you feel the pressure cooking. 

Breathe.

Remember: 
Life’s messy, you can be too. 

💭 questions

• Where in your life are you holding your breath, trying to be perfect?

• What (or who) could help you exhale and come back to yourself?

• What would it look like to choose presence over perfection—just for today?

• And if you let go of being flawless… what might become possible?

Until next time, embrace your imperfections.

Love always,
Flora 🌸