F*ck The Aesthetic, Honour The Truth.

Optimising For Happiness isn’t about matching Pinterest boards.

It’s not curated cafés, barefoot photoshoots, or soft smiles under Bali sunsets.

It’s not aesthetic rituals, flower baths, or gold-plated vision boards.

That’s not what changed my life.

What changed my life was saying no
when everyone expected a yes.

Walking away
from love that looked good but felt empty.

Choosing silence
when performance would’ve gotten more likes.

OFH isn’t always pretty.
But it’s always fcking powerful.*

It’s ugly crying on the bathroom floor… and not apologising for it.
It’s letting your nervous system lead — even when the spreadsheet says otherwise.
It’s not posting for applause.
It’s living for truth.

Because the real work?
The soul work?

It’s messy.
It’s raw.
It’s full of sacred rage, unmet desires, and the terrifying joy of finally choosing yourself.

OFH doesn’t promise you’ll look good doing it.
It promises you’ll feel alive doing it.

So if your joy looks unpolished right now —
If your healing is inconvenient, unfiltered, or taking longer than you “planned” —
You’re doing it right.

OFH isn’t an aesthetic.
It’s a decision.

To choose peace over performance.
To choose alignment over approval.
To choose you, even when it doesn’t look perfect from the outside.

Let the mess be magic.
Let the power be real.

And f*ck the pretty pictures if they cost you your peace.

Love,
M x