These portraits aren’t for anyone else’s gaze.

They’re the proof of becoming—of shedding shame and stepping into the kind of beauty that doesn’t ask permission.

Here, bodies are not judged. They are celebrated.

Genders aren’t confined. They are expanded.

You don’t have to look like anyone else here.

You just have to be you.

And babe—that’s enough to burn the house down.

This is what it means to be seen without shrinking.

To show up in your skin and say, this is mine.