This is my first nude selfie ever
Your finger hovers over the shutter button, heart loud in your chest. The mirror catches everything — the nervous angle of your shoulder, the way your free arm crosses then uncrosses, deciding how much to surrender.
Nobody has seen this version of you before. Not like this. Bare skin under bathroom light, every freckle and curve belonging entirely to yourself until this exact second.
You press it anyway. The photo exists now — small frame, big moment, something irreversible and quietly electric humming through you the moment the shutter clicks.




