Your finger hovers over the shutter button, heart loud in your chest. The mirror catches every detail — collarbone, the soft curve of a hip, bare skin you've kept private until exactly this moment.

Something shifted today. You wanted to see yourself the way someone hungry for you would — not covered, not apologetic, just present in your own body with the lights on.

Petite frame, enormous nerve. This image exists now, permanent and yours. The vulnerability of a first time radiates from it — the slight tension in your shoulders, the almost-smile that says you can't believe you actually did this.