You Can Be Honest, Just Not Too Honest

Being vulnerable is trending but only if it’s cute, clean, and not too weird.

Maybe you’ve never posted about your health online.
But maybe you’ve sat in a doctor’s office and left something out.
Maybe you’ve Googled a symptom and quietly hoped it would go away.
Maybe you’ve told a version of your story that was a little softer than the truth, just to make it easier to hear.

If that sounds familiar, you’re not alone.

Telling the truth about your body is hard. It shouldn’t be. But it is.

When I started Love Wellness, I shared my story. Gut health. Vaginal health. Mental health. I didn’t clean it up for Instagram. I just told the truth. And a lot of people got it. They felt seen. I was able to grow my business pretty quickly because finally someone was making science-forward solutions for the first time in decades for everyday health issues women were dealing with, and telling their truth as to why.

But some didn’t. Some laughed. Some said I was oversharing. Some people still make fun of my today. Some still think talking about suppositories and pH balance is gross or unnecessary or just attention-seeking. And that’s okay. You cannot change the POV of all people … but, why can’t we?

It’s weird. We say we want honesty, but what we actually reward is polish. You can be open, but not too open. You can share, but not if it makes people uncomfortable. Especially if you’re a woman talking about your body.

And that doesn’t just apply to public figures or content creators or entrepreneurs.

It applies to anyone who’s ever had to explain why they’re tired all the time.
Anyone who’s been misdiagnosed or dismissed.
Anyone who’s been afraid to say the full truth, even to their closest people.

It’s not easy to say, “I’m in pain.” Or “I don’t feel right.” Or “I need help.”

Because even now, there’s a weird kind of shame baked into wellness.
You’re supposed to look healthy. Sound grateful. Be effortlessly glowing.
But that’s not how healing works.

Healing is uncomfortable. It’s slow. It’s deeply human.

I’ve had moments where I’ve wondered if I should just stay quiet. If being misunderstood is the cost of honesty. But then I think about how long I waited to tell the truth in the first place, and how many other women are still waiting.

So I keep talking. I keep writing. I keep naming what we’re not supposed to say.

And if that makes some people uncomfortable, so be it. Silence never helped me, and it won’t help the next woman either.

Have you ever held something in, not because it wasn’t true, but because it felt too personal, too strange, too “out there” to share? Tell me below. I think you’ll find you’re not alone.

Talk soon,
Lo