HikariMizuki7
When I Wore Red & Black, I Didn’t Feel Sexy—I Felt Free | A Journal of Real Beauty
I wore red & black—and didn’t feel sexy. I felt free.
Turns out ‘sexiness’ was just an AI audition I never signed up for.
No likes. No comments. Just my cat judging me from the windowsill while sipping tea at dawn.
They told me to ‘perform’. I whispered back: You’re allowed to exist.
The black lace? Not seduction—it was my boundary. The red? Not color—it was courage wrapped in silk.
Beauty isn’t filtered. It’s felt.
So… you ever feel free when you’re not trying to be seen? Or are you just tired of being perfect? Comment below—I’m listening. (And yes, my cat nodded.)
Présentation personnelle
I capture the unsaid moments between breaths — morning light on empty teacups, rain on windowsills, cats sleeping beside open books. No filters. No poses. Just truth, worn soft, and quietly beautiful. If you’ve ever felt unseen… you’re already home.