



Honestly, I promised I'd never share this, but maybe someone else needs to see it too. From this angle, I thought I looked fat, soft, weak. But this is what I look like when I let go, when I let myself be loved exactly as I am.
She touches me like none of that matters, like my body isn't something to critique but something to experience. Her fingers trace my chest, my arms, my stomach-not avoiding the softness, but embracing it. Watching this back, I see what she sees: not flaws, not a body to fix, but a body that is wanted.
This isn't for an audience. This is me being soft. But I'm willing to share. It's a longer video - almost 30 minutes! - but I hope you can enjoy find the beauty in it. The softer side of me.