I was always thin, you know?
I didn't like my body. Why?
Because other people didn't like it either. I thought if people didn't like it, why would I?
I suffered a lot of bullying. You have no idea. And worst of all, from my own family too. This moved me. Damn it, isn't it my family?
So, there was a moment when I was upset about the situation. I started taking nude photos with my own cell phone, talking about patterns.
Then I went to see the photographers' work on Instagram. And I didn't want to be part of the sensual, I want the nude.
I was sexually abused, it also left me a little confused with the nude, but I had to try, as much as it hurt. And so it was. First time naked in front of a man, OH MY GOD. The first rehearsal was kind of tense. I'm a little nervous. And with each rehearsal I was rebuilding myself, rebuilding from every word that hurt me, from every nasty comment that made me sad and bad. I even committed suicide because I couldn't take it anymore. But I just had cardiac arrest. Out of nowhere I was ON again kkkkkkkkkkkkkk
EVERY rehearsal is a different thing, an emotion too.
I was raped in a rehearsal, but I didn't give up. I was just scared of other photographers. I promised myself THAT NO ONE AND NOTHING would make me give up on something that made me grow in life. Today I go without panties to the rehearsal because it became routine, because I feel at ease. TODAY I FEEL FREE.
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