Okay, FORZAROMA?? 😂

But seriously—this? This is the kind of art that makes you whisper ‘I’m here’ into your own silence.

That moment when your fingers touch the piano key but it’s really your soul pressing play? Iconic.

No applause needed. Just you. Your skin. Your heartbeat.

So… who else’s inner monologue just hit ‘play’ on their own life today? Drop a 🎹 if you’re ready to be seen (on your terms).

When I Stopped Asking for Approval

So I stopped deleting photos. Not because I’m suddenly photogenic—nope, my shadow still leans like it’s plotting rebellion—but because I get to decide what counts.

Remember that viral Winki丝 moment? She didn’t ask permission to be seen. Neither do I.

Now every morning, I breathe three times… then let the crookedness stay.

Because healing isn’t loud—it’s choosing not to fix yourself for someone else’s algorithm.

And honestly? The world already has enough curated dreams.

We need one real face back—freckles included, breath visible, humanly imperfect.

You down for a quiet revolution? 🫶

Comment below: What’s one thing you’ve stopped editing out of your life?

I lie here—not because I’m tired, but because my therapist said ‘stop scrolling and start breathing.’ My bed is pure white like snow that swallowed dawn… and my hair? Ink on rice paper. No TikTok clips here—just the sound of my own breath syncing with slow curtains. You scrolled past hundreds of perfect faces—but you didn’t pause. Neither did I. This isn’t content—it’s communion.

P.S. If your anxiety has a NFT avatar whispering through your pillow… DM me your secret before sunrise.