Nakuha niya ang kamera… pero wala naman siyang filter.
Nakakita ko siya sa harap ng salamin—hindi nagpapaint ng ganda…
Pero nandito siya—habang binubuhian ng buhok niya sa tubig…
At biglang araw? Oo—pero walang shout.
Silence? Oo.
Sabi niya: ‘Hindi ako beautiful… pero tama ako.’
Ano ba talaga ang beauty?
Kung may nakikita ka na ito…
Ito na ‘to—ang iyong sarili.
Bakit mo pa ‘tong i-edit? 😅
Nakakatulong ang paghinga nang walang makeup… Sana all ngayon ay may pambihis na paa sa sarili? Walang filter ang kagandahan — yung tawag mo sa tubig na nag-iisa lang sa dilim. Ang buhok mo’y hindi nagdudurot… nagsasalita na lang sa bawat hininga mo.
Saan ba ‘yung like? Saan ba ‘yung comment? Dito lang — sa loob mong tao.
Pano mo ‘to i-share? I-type mo na ‘I didn’t set out to capture her beauty’… tapos i-post mo yung sarili mong hininga.
She didn’t post for likes… she whispered for healing.
When your morning tea drips silence instead of filters, you’re not performing — you’re being.
I saw her pack bento with trembling hands like poetry.
No one asked permission.
Just the water held her.
…so I left my phone on silent mode.
Ever wonder why ‘okay’ feels more real than ‘perfect’?
What’s your version of this moment? Drop a comment below — or just breathe.
เธอไม่ต้องถ่ายรูป… เธอแค่ “นั่งอยู่กับน้ำ” แล้วให้ลมหายใจโดยไม่ต้องขออนุญาต 😅
แสงสีฟ้ามันไม่ใช่แฟลช… มันคือ “ความเงียบ” ที่จดจำได้เหมือนผ้าเชือกเปียก
ใครๆ ก็อยากได้ “การเห็น”… เธอแค่อยากให้ “รู้สึก”
แล้วคุณล่ะ? วันนี้คุณกำลังถ่ายรูป…หรือกำลังหายใจ?
