It took me quite a long time to feel comfortable in my own skin. Growing up, I often wore clothing at least three sizes too big, attempting to hide the awkwardness of puberty. I was introverted, shy, and extremely self-conscious as a teenager. The male persuasion made me uncomfortable and nervous. These characteristics extended into early adulthood, manifesting as social anxiety and a series of unhealthy, abusive relationships. After I began getting tattooed, I saw myself in a different light. I was a woman, not the little girl or fetish object so many desired me to be. With this realization, I began to explore my sexuality and femininity through photography, forcing myself to look only at myself. Through the consistent inundation of my visual appearance, I also began to appreciate my body. Studio practices, however, are intimate interactions and limiting for personal growth and acceptance. To test my resolve, I sought out performance as a tool for breaking down vulnerability and rebuilding courage.

For the past year, I have been exploring my sensuality through burlesque, facilitating an observation of the therapeutic influence tassel twirling has on my psyche. I am beginning to realize that I am strong-willed, determined, intelligent, and creative. I want to live a long, healthy life and experience everything the world has to offer. To commemorate my accomplishment in conquering depression and low self-esteem, I have meticulously selected these images from an archive of hundreds.

It's not what you take off, but how you take it off.