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My body is a work of art, I told myself. The scars, the loose skin, the slight bulges where there once were none—they were like battle wounds. Motherhood, divorce, and everything in between shaped me, molded me. I made myself see the beauty in it.Sophia …

How many years of beauty do I have left?she asks me.How many more do you want?Here. Here is 34. Here is 50.When you are 80 years oldand your beauty rises in waysyour cells cannot even imagine nowand your wild bones grow luminous andripe, having carried …

We are moving away from social media. Here’s why.Firstly, you are pure art. I 100% believe that. However, social media channels do not and most of my images have been censored and my accounts frozen over the past few months as a result. I disagree …