Five-foot-nothing, and somehow carrying all of that — the contrast is almost architectural, weight and softness stacked onto a narrow frame that wasn't built to accommodate any of it.

You trace the stretch marks like a map of something that happened to her body without asking permission. Permanent evidence. The kind of fullness that doesn't deflate, doesn't apologize, just exists with complete indifference to proportion.

Petite everywhere the eye expects petite — sharp collarbones, small hands, narrow waist — and then that. The camera can barely negotiate the geometry of her standing still.