There is a moment, quiet and almost imperceptible, when a woman begins to feel the heat of her own visibility. Not from being ogled, not from the gaze of men she doesn’t want — but from something deeper. Older. More dangerous. It begins when the body stops being something she hides from the world… and begins becoming something she wants to offer to it.
But not openly. Not foolishly. Not like the girls who pose for approval but secretly hate themselves. This is something el
