

🎨 Body painting and me — a story about freedom, body and colors
I never thought that one day I would stand almost naked in front of a mirror, covered in colors, and feel invulnerable. The first time I tried body painting was by accident — a friend dragged me to a festival, and there was an artist who was painting on people right on the street. I doubted it. It was scary, awkward. But at some point I just said: "Yes." And you know what? It was one of the most powerful moments of self-acceptance. ✨
Body painting is not about "getting naked" or "showing your body." It's about seeing yourself differently. I watched the color fill the curves, lines, moles, and suddenly realized that my body is more than just a shell. It is a part of history. A canvas that breathes. 🌈💫
Since then, I've done body art several times - for a photo shoot, for an art project, and just for myself. And every time it's like therapy. You erase boundaries, remove masks, allow yourself to be. 💖
It's not about ideal forms. It's about honesty. About the color inside. And about how beautiful it is to be yourself. 🌸