INSIDE HER WALLS.
What if i could look at myself without judgement? When I am alone at home, and there is no one to see me. With no need to make my body a facade of self-perfection. What if at the moments like that I would accept every little part of me and allowed myself to be me. No names, no labels, no abstract forms of perfection. Just me. And my body — one of the many beautiful and unique human forms there is. In those moments I would be living in my own walls. Alone with myself, my body and my soul.
