Sometimes, I wonder what part of me speaks...My lips? My hips? The curves beneath the silk? Or maybeβ¦ the way I look at the camera when I feel completely unafraid?Thereβs something fascinating about being seenNot just looked at β really seenSome days, I dress for the mirrorOther days, I undress for the momentAnd somewhere in between, I find parts of myself I never knew I wanted to shareTo be desired is one thingTo be understood while being desired β now thatβs where it gets deepSo tell meβ¦ What do you see first when you look at me β and what do you wish to uncover?β A π€β¨