On Living in an Evolving Body

My body has never felt finished. It feels more like a conversation—one that keeps changing as I learn to listen differently.

I’ve marked it intentionally. Slowly. Each tattoo carries a story, even when the details soften over time. I love the process as much as the result. The focus. The sensation. The way pain sharpens awareness and pulls you fully into the present.

There’s something honest about choosing to evolve visibly.

My relationship with my body has been layered. Being seen early. Being noticed before being understood. Learning, over time, how to reclaim comfort on my own terms.

I don’t aim for perfection. I aim for inhabiting myself more fully as I change.