It’s been a while

Life in the day of a photographer

I’m calling myself body neutral

Not in love. Not at war.
Not hiding. Not punishing.
Just… here. With myself.
With my body. Coexisting. Breathing.

It’s a strange kind of peace after years of shame, criticism, and trying to change every inch.
And now that I’m not fighting anymore… I find myself wondering: What’s next?

Because body neutrality is not the end

It’s a beginning.

A soft place to land.
A calm before a deeper connection.
But there’s also fear in taking the next step.
What if moving forward means discomfort?
What if loving myself out loud feels too big?

Here’s what I’m holding onto:
Neutrality isn’t nothing. It’s everything compared to the war zone I came from.

So maybe the next step isn’t forcing joy or love.
Maybe it’s curiosity.
Maybe it’s asking: What feels good? What feels safe? What feels like me?

And moving gently in that direction.

Have you ever been in this place?
What did your next step look like?