I just waxed my whole body so I could show it off

Every inch of skin catches the light differently now — shoulders, stomach, thighs all rendered smooth and almost luminous, like something sculpted rather than lived in. You notice the way shadows settle into the curves of her body with nowhere to hide.

She runs a fingertip along her own collarbone, testing the newness of it. The sensation is sharper than before, every brush of air registering. She wanted to be seen exactly like this — exposed in a way that goes beyond fabric or angle.

You find yourself studying the lines of her body more slowly than you expected. The wax didn't just remove something. It revealed it.