There are days when I look at myself in the mirror and still see the shy girl who never imagined she’d be here, sharing so much with strangers online.

It feels strange, because on the outside people only see the tattoos, the little smile, the playful poses, but inside I’m still learning how to be comfortable with being seen 🌸.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing it right—if my words make sense, if my pictures see who I really am, or if I’m just overthinking like I always do. That’s the funny part about being shy: even when I hit “post,” my cheeks feel warm, and I have to remind myself to breathe.

But then, every now and then, someone says they feel close to me, like I’ve shown them something real, and that makes all the nervousness worth it. Because maybe the point isn’t to be perfect, maybe it’s just to be honest.