Sometimes the world looks at you through the lens, sees a perfect picture: elegant dresses, bright locations, a look into the distance that seems to know its worth. But behind the scenes, it's a completely different story.

I'm a photo model. I have photos that inspire admiration. But there are also days when I come home and wipe the makeup off my face... and with it a smile. I don't complain. I live beautifully. However, beauty is not always about happiness.
I am often remembered at first sight. They note my appearance, admire the shots, give likes. But do they see me? The real me?

I am not afraid of loneliness. But sometimes I want so much for someone to walk past my image and touch my soul. To see me not in the light of spotlights, but in the silence of the evening, when I take off my earrings and wrap myself in a blanket.