A woman sits nude on a broken couch in a domestic ruin — old food wrappers, dim light from a kitchen down the hall, peeling floral wallpaper behind her. She's wearing nothing but a child's plastic party crown. Her makeup is smudged, her body unposed, soft, real. Her eyes are closed as if remembering something, not crying — replaying.
The female form after survival. Uncelebrated. Unairbrushed. Untouched by curation. She is holy in a way that will never make it to Pinterest.
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