A wall becomes a speaker. The message MY BODY MY CHOICE is sprayed in urgent red across a sealed surface. There are no people, no slogans, no movement. Yet the words remain. The photograph captures a moment after the voice has left but the echo continues. The closed shutter and the rigid geometry of the scene suggest restriction, denial, and control. Still, the message exists, unapologetic and unedited. This image invites the viewer to consider not only what is written, but what has been erased. It is a portrait of resistance that requires no permission to exist.