I'm excited for the morning, and embarrassed by every naked selfie I take

You scroll past a hundred profiles before this one stops you cold — something about the cute, unguarded quality of this selfie hits differently than anything posed or polished.

You can feel the hesitation behind it, the small breath taken before the shutter clicked, the mirror catching light at an angle that makes every curve impossible to ignore. You want to reach through the screen.

You recognize that particular mix of nerves and hunger — the morning warmth still on the skin, the body awake before the mind catches up, wanting to be seen and terrified of it at once.