The first, the one that makes me feel the most uncomfortable.

In 2022, I passed 200K followers on IG and I got depressed. I stopped creating for myself. I was creating for them. I had become a content creator against my will. 

I can hardly recall a single shoot from that time where I felt joy. It was all about pleasing others. I adapted to what was expected. I became a chameleon—and lost sight of who I was.

This shot is from that time. I feel ashamed looking at it. Yes, I’m wearing luxury lingerie—but I feel dirty. Not because I’m naked, but because I was sexualizing my sacred self.

It was never about nudity. It was always about connection—how aligned you feel with who you are.

This image is a reminder of how far I strayed from myself—and how I found my way back. Of the courage it took to face my reflection and tell that stranger: enough.

It’s a reminder that we’re allowed to begin again, to give ourselves and others a second chance.

❝ my body, my expression, my liberation ꕤ own muse ☾ (philosophical) questioner paulinefaieff.art
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People pleasing is dangerous when neglecting yourself for it.