The sweat drips, and my body trembles, almost begging for the change that needs to happen. I am there, on top of everything, and yet it feels like I’m at the bottom of myself—vulnerable, exposed, waiting for the moment to break through. The star on my back, still empty, carries the promise of something greater.

Transforming my body was more than a choice—it was a calling. Every mark, every change, is a piece of myself I finally found. And now, reborn in my own body, I feel every part alive. The star, now red, is not just a symbol; it’s the reflection of everything I fought to become. This transformation is my truth, my cry for freedom. It’s in my body that I find strength, and it’s through it that I exist—whole and complete.

The sweat drips, and my body trembles, almost begging for the change that needs to happen. I am there, on top of everything, and yet it feels like I’m at the bottom of myself—vulnerable, exposed, waiting for the moment to break through. The star on my back, still empty, carries the promise of something greater.

Transforming my body was more than a choice—it was a calling. Every mark, every change, is a piece of myself I finally found. And now, reborn in my own body, I feel every part alive. The star, now red, is not just a symbol; it’s the reflection of everything I fought to become. This transformation is my truth, my cry for freedom. It’s in my body that I find strength, and it’s through it that I exist—whole and complete.

The sweat drips, and my body trembles, almost begging for the change that needs to happen. I am there, on top of everything, and yet it feels like I’m at the bottom of myself—vulnerable, exposed, waiting for the moment to break through. The star on my back, still empty, carries the promise of something greater.

Transforming my body was more than a choice—it was a calling. Every mark, every change, is a piece of myself I finally found. And now, reborn in my own body, I feel every part alive. The star, now red, is not just a symbol; it’s the reflection of everything I fought to become. This transformation is my truth, my cry for freedom. It’s in my body that I find strength, and it’s through it that I exist—whole and complete.

The sweat drips, and my body trembles, almost begging for the change that needs to happen. I am there, on top of everything, and yet it feels like I’m at the bottom of myself—vulnerable, exposed, waiting for the moment to break through. The star on my back, still empty, carries the promise of something greater.

Transforming my body was more than a choice—it was a calling. Every mark, every change, is a piece of myself I finally found. And now, reborn in my own body, I feel every part alive. The star, now red, is not just a symbol; it’s the reflection of everything I fought to become. This transformation is my truth, my cry for freedom. It’s in my body that I find strength, and it’s through it that I exist—whole and complete.

The sweat drips, and my body trembles, almost begging for the change that needs to happen. I am there, on top of everything, and yet it feels like I’m at the bottom of myself—vulnerable, exposed, waiting for the moment to break through. The star on my back, still empty, carries the promise of something greater.

Transforming my body was more than a choice—it was a calling. Every mark, every change, is a piece of myself I finally found. And now, reborn in my own body, I feel every part alive. The star, now red, is not just a symbol; it’s the reflection of everything I fought to become. This transformation is my truth, my cry for freedom. It’s in my body that I find strength, and it’s through it that I exist—whole and complete.

The sweat drips, and my body trembles, almost begging for the change that needs to happen. I am there, on top of everything, and yet it feels like I’m at the bottom of myself—vulnerable, exposed, waiting for the moment to break through. The star on my back, still empty, carries the promise of something greater.

Transforming my body was more than a choice—it was a calling. Every mark, every change, is a piece of myself I finally found. And now, reborn in my own body, I feel every part alive. The star, now red, is not just a symbol; it’s the reflection of everything I fought to become. This transformation is my truth, my cry for freedom. It’s in my body that I find strength, and it’s through it that I exist—whole and complete.

The sweat drips, and my body trembles, almost begging for the change that needs to happen. I am there, on top of everything, and yet it feels like I’m at the bottom of myself—vulnerable, exposed, waiting for the moment to break through. The star on my back, still empty, carries the promise of something greater.

Transforming my body was more than a choice—it was a calling. Every mark, every change, is a piece of myself I finally found. And now, reborn in my own body, I feel every part alive. The star, now red, is not just a symbol; it’s the reflection of everything I fought to become. This transformation is my truth, my cry for freedom. It’s in my body that I find strength, and it’s through it that I exist—whole and complete.

The sweat drips, and my body trembles, almost begging for the change that needs to happen. I am there, on top of everything, and yet it feels like I’m at the bottom of myself—vulnerable, exposed, waiting for the moment to break through. The star on my back, still empty, carries the promise of something greater.

Transforming my body was more than a choice—it was a calling. Every mark, every change, is a piece of myself I finally found. And now, reborn in my own body, I feel every part alive. The star, now red, is not just a symbol; it’s the reflection of everything I fought to become. This transformation is my truth, my cry for freedom. It’s in my body that I find strength, and it’s through it that I exist—whole and complete.

The sweat drips, and my body trembles, almost begging for the change that needs to happen. I am there, on top of everything, and yet it feels like I’m at the bottom of myself—vulnerable, exposed, waiting for the moment to break through. The star on my back, still empty, carries the promise of something greater.

Transforming my body was more than a choice—it was a calling. Every mark, every change, is a piece of myself I finally found. And now, reborn in my own body, I feel every part alive. The star, now red, is not just a symbol; it’s the reflection of everything I fought to become. This transformation is my truth, my cry for freedom. It’s in my body that I find strength, and it’s through it that I exist—whole and complete.

The sweat drips, and my body trembles, almost begging for the change that needs to happen. I am there, on top of everything, and yet it feels like I’m at the bottom of myself—vulnerable, exposed, waiting for the moment to break through. The star on my back, still empty, carries the promise of something greater.

Transforming my body was more than a choice—it was a calling. Every mark, every change, is a piece of myself I finally found. And now, reborn in my own body, I feel every part alive. The star, now red, is not just a symbol; it’s the reflection of everything I fought to become. This transformation is my truth, my cry for freedom. It’s in my body that I find strength, and it’s through it that I exist—whole and complete.