Sofia’s POV
“I finally did it! I took my nudes,” I said, the words leaving my lips with a mixture of pride and disbelief. My voice trembled slightly, but my smile was genuine.
Anna and I had started this self-love journey a few months ago after a particularly emotional therapy session. We were both tired of feeling like strangers in our own skin, constantly shrinking ourselves to fit into the world’s expectations. Our therapist had suggested something radical, or at least it felt that way at the time: take naked pictures of ourselves. Not for anyone else. Not for validation. Just for us. To reclaim what had always been ours.
At first, I thought it was a joke. I scoffed, rolled my eyes, and made a sarcastic comment about how I wasn’t Kim Kardashian. But deep down, the idea stuck with me.
