Jumpsuit pt2

What hides under your skin when you’re left alone?

I used to call it self-destruction. The desire to break something for the sake of breaking it. Am I breaking it now? I don’t think so. My inner core is so strong that I’m ready to share my photos in a dress with the world, without thinking about how people will react to them and what they will think. Because the world exists in the plane of what I am. The world either likes me – or this world is going to hell. I don’t want to look around anymore and think about what people will think of me and how they will perceive me. Because I only exist here and now. Tomorrow I may not be here anymore, so why should I hide today? For what?..

Yesterday I had a photo shoot where I wore a red patent leather dress and the same stockings. I wore a black wig, glasses and I liked myself. I liked the image that I created myself. Because it was a bigger “me” than ever. I was glowing with happiness. Because in my hands I had the opportunity to take pictures with the model as I see her. Poses, lighting, composition of the frame. I was again a model and a photographer. A little makeup in the form of painted eyelids and lips. It was unlikely that this was clearly visible in the pictures, but is that the point?

I shaved my body as much as possible, understanding that I would be photographed in clothes, and most of the naked body would not be needed. But I wanted it. Maybe it was getting used to the image, maybe I just wanted to be this evening in the image of a girl preparing for the shooting. It doesn’t matter. I was myself, as I perceive myself.

Ever since the appearance of Sa in my life, I have taken pictures where my real face was visible. Emotions on it. Although I was also in a suit. And now I also take pictures, among which there are those where I see myself. Because I am not afraid to be myself.