In my life, I’ve broken a thousand times.
And a thousand times, I’ve mended myself — quietly.
Today, I finally see myself.
I’ve been seen.
And I have seen myself.
With wounds filled with gold, fragile but whole.
Not strong — never was.
But true.
And in that truth, beautiful.
I don’t photograph for a living, but out of necessity.
Photography is how I give shape to the turmoil I carry inside.
Each shot is an open crack, a breath, a way to understand myself — and maybe, to be understood.
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