my goodness, there’s something so divine about a woman’s form. The way curves melt into each other the softness and strength all at once. It’s like the body itself is a language of seduction and power, without even trying. And the way society tries to shame women out of owning that… out of showing their bodies, out of seeing themselves as art, it is maddening! Because what’s more self-respecting than celebrating what you are? What’s more sacred than standing in your own skin and saying look, I am a masterpiece?
Women should be photographed like they’re myths, like they’re saints and sirens, like their skin tells stories. Adorn them. Frame them in light. Let their nudity be seen not as exposure, but as elevation. I love us so much
moi, moi-même et moi 🐞
If bottling up my feelings was a sport, I’d be a gold medalist.
there’s something super sinister about a sunday afternoon