Fed Up

I'm fed up. Truly fed up.

I must have had about twenty accounts. All well-developed, with lots of followers, an enormous amount of time invested… and every single one of them ended up getting deleted. Each time, I have to start over from scratch, rebuild everything. It's exhausting.

It's exhausting to constantly have to be careful, to hold back. To be in this drive for expansion, with that little spark of joy, that need to create and express myself only to be systematically cut off.

And in a way, it confronts me with myself. It brings me back to this pattern that runs through my life (and of course that of so many others): that of always having been shut down for who I am, for existing outside the boxes of what our society deems acceptable. It's the very same wound that, during my childhood, forced me to hide who I really was because it wasn't what was expected of me. The same wound that led me to lose myself far too often in the desires and expectations of others.

Despite everything, I try to find the strength to keep going, but I swear, it's getting harder and harder.

So from now on, most of my photos will be available exclusively on the website.

I'll be sharing there some of the images that were deleted from my Instagram account, and many more. To see the full scope of my work and support my journey, you can subscribe to a monthly membership. 🙏