Today I caught myself thinking that I more often worry about what’s right rather than what I want. What will they say? How will they look at me? Will it be comfortable for others?

But I want something else.
I want to laugh loudly when something’s funny. Cry when it hurts. Wear what turns me on, not what’s “appropriate.” I’m tired of smoothing out my edges to fit someone else’s idea of “good.”

We live with filters. Instagram filters, social masks, polite roles. But I want to try living without them. I want to write about the raw stuff. About fear, desire, shame, freedom. About what we usually hide behind small talk and smiles.

This blog is my uncensored space. Maybe someone will recognize themselves in these lines. Maybe it’ll stir something inside. And if just one soul says, “I feel this too,” — then it’s worth it.