I’ve been sitting with the photographs I made of L for a few weeks now. I’ve come to really like this one. The photograph combines her gentle kindness with her fierce strength, and those are the very characteristics I see in her. And I just wanna keep looking into her eyes: I can see her history there.

We all carry our history with us, eh.

In our bodies,

in our faces,

in the stories we tell ourselves.

What is deep within us is written all over us.

That’s why how we present on the outside is in no way skin-deep.