I’ve seen myself through a camera a hundred times.
Sometimes I liked what I saw. Often, I looked for what to "fix."
And filters gave me the illusion: just a little more — and I’ll be "pretty enough."

But over time, I noticed something:
I feel the most beautiful not when the lighting is perfect and my skin is flawless…
But when I feel alive.

🌿 When I come home after a long walk and my cheeks are red from the wind — and I catch a glimpse of the real me.
🌞 When I laugh so freely, I forget all about lines, angles, or "flaws."
💃 When I dance, and my body follows the rhythm of my feelings — without worrying how it looks. I just feel.

My beauty isn’t about matching trends or fitting someone else’s idea of “perfect.”
It lives in my energy. In my gaze. In the quiet confidence of just being myself.
Sometimes with messy hair.
Sometimes no makeup.
Sometimes in a plain t-shirt — but with the sense: “I’m okay. I exist. I’m me.”

📌 Because beauty isn’t about looking beautiful.
It’s about feeling alive, full, present.
No filter can give you that.

The best kind of “edit” is self-love.
And the most powerful “mask” is the light in your eyes when you accept yourself fully 💕