Meet Marc Pierre

We recently connected with Marc Pierre and have shared our conversation below.

Marc , so great to be with you and I think a lot of folks are going to benefit from hearing your story and lessons and wisdom. Imposter Syndrome is something that we know how words to describe, but it’s something that has held people back forever and so we’re really interested to hear about your story and how you overcame imposter syndrome.

I struggle with imposter syndrome daily—I think anyone who puts something out into the world is bound to question themselves. For me, this daily battle is really about worth and value. When the anxiety creeps in and the questions arise—“Who am I to be doing this?” or “I am not enough”—I have to remind myself: Who am I not to be?
I find peace in knowing that I have been given everything I need to do what has been placed in my heart. I remind myself that what I share has the power to help others break free. If I hold onto it out of fear, I am not only keeping myself stuck—I am preventing someone else from moving forward. Somewhere out there, someone is depending on what I bring to the world. And in turn, I am waiting on someone else’s work to help me break free, too.
I overcome imposter syndrome by believing that our gifts are meant to serve one another. Holding on to self-doubt does not just hold me back—it holds others back as well. So, I need to get out of my own way.

Thanks, so before we move on maybe you can share a bit more about yourself?

I am a brother, husband, son—and in this chapter of my life, I am a father.
When my son, Myles, was born, I created an email for him and began writing him weekly letters. He is now about a year and a half old, and my plan is to gift him these letters when he is older. But after a year of writing, I have realized that I am raising two people: my son and my inner child, who never experienced this kind of love. The sonogram never showed twins.

Early on, I decided to make the letters public. I knew I was not the only father experiencing these emotions. In a world that teaches men to silence their feelings, I wanted to share both the love and the struggles of fatherhood—not just with my son, but with the world.

What began as a personal ritual has now grown into something much larger. These letters reach over 3,500 people weekly across 90 countries and all 50 states—my words have traveled to places my feet have yet to touch. Along the way, I have formed beautiful connections with people I have never met, simply by showing up as a loving father.
One day, I hope to publish these letters—not just for Myles, but for anyone who might find meaning in them. I also hope to connect with other fathers, to talk about the joys of fatherhood and encourage them to start a project like this. Our words will outlive us—imagine if every child had a book of love letters from their parents. Imagine how healing that could be for generations to come.

If you had to pick three qualities that are most important to develop, which three would you say matter most?

Being a Teacher:
For seven years, I was an English teacher in New York City. Those were some of the hardest and most rewarding years of my life. I poured into other people’s children as if they were my own. I would arrive before the sun was up and leave only to find the sky still dark. Teaching showed me just how much the presence of a loving adult can be a paradigm shift for a child.

In that classroom, I helped my students translate their feelings into writing, and in turn, they taught me patience, perseverance, and service. But most importantly, they taught me love.I am applying what I have learned from pouring into other children to now pouring into my own.

Mantra:
“What is for me cannot miss me.”
In other words, I do not have to give pieces of myself to receive what is meant for me—I am already enough. If an opportunity, a job, or a connection does not come my way, I have learned to accept that not only was it not meant for me, but something better is on its way. This belief grounds me, reminding me that I am enough and deserving of whatever comes.

Community:
The world loves to glorify the idea of being self-made—as if success is only real when achieved alone. I feel the opposite. Nothing I have or have done has been on my own. Someone has always been pouring into me—whether it was my family, a teacher, or my wife. I consider it an honor to have people who love me not for what I do, but for who I am. Because of that, I have the biggest cheerleaders—people who celebrate my highs and hold me through my lows.
I never want to be the only person in the room. I want my community there with me. Because when I win, they win. And when they win, I win. We go further together than we ever could alone.

My advice:
Remember that you already have what you need to do what has been placed in your heart. But it takes cultivation. When I started writing, I had only 35 readers. But I wrote as if they were millions. Show up for your craft as if you are already where you want to be. The people will come—but only if you give them something worth staying for. And that something is you.
I have only been writing these letters to my son, Myles, for a year and a half, but consistency and cultivation have allowed me to reach people who now see these letters as books, films, and publications. They have visions for what I am bringing to the world—because I let go of imposter syndrome and asked myself: What is the worst that can happen if I take a chance on myself?

What was the most impactful thing your parents did for you?

Coming to this country. I am a child of immigrants—two people who left everything they knew for a chance at something better in a place where they didn’t even know the language. Sometimes I forget I didn’t come from the Huxtables. My parents didn’t go to college, they didn’t raise me in a brownstone, and I never had a room to call my own until I got married. But they poured into me the best they could, teaching me that it’s not always about what you have but what you do with it.

While I still don’t have much, my parents were the first gardeners I ever knew. They taught me that if you plant something, it must grow—that if you put me anywhere on God’s green earth, I’ll triple my worth.
My hope is that I am sowing seeds into my son, my family, and a legacy I may never see. I hope that whatever comes from the love I am pouring into my child and these words—the fruits of my family tree I will never get to hug—can point back to what my mom and dad, Haitian immigrants, did by starting with me.
While I am not just the child of immigrants, I am the child of the Pierres—and that’s just as powerful. Because this isn’t fiction; this is real life.

Contact Info:

• Website: https://www.raisingmyles.com/
• Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/marc.typo/
• Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@marcandmaya116