Visibility Is a Double-Edged Sword
When you choose to show up online as your full self, you attract light — and sometimes shadows.
Sharing my photos, my thoughts, and especially my body, has brought me connection, empowerment, and freedom.
But let’s be honest: it also invites a lot of curiosity.
Especially when your body isn’t typical.
When you look different.
When you have three breasts like I do.
Some people are kind.
Some are rude.
And some… just don’t know how to be quiet.
The Constant Questions
I’ve been asked everything — in my comments, in DMs, even in emails:
- “Is it real?”
- “Does it hurt?”
- “Do you hide it in public?”
- “What does your family think?”
- “Can I see more?”
Some are innocent.
Some are not.
But all of them remind me of one truth:
The internet feels entitled to what it doesn’t understand.
Learning to Protect My Peace
At first, I tried to answer everything. I thought maybe if I explained it well enough, people would stop asking.
But the more I explained, the more they asked.
So I set boundaries — real ones.
Now I remind myself:
- I don’t owe strangers my story.
- I can educate without exposing myself.
- My body is not a spectacle.
- Silence is also power.
I’m proud of who I am. But I get to choose how much of that I share.
When Curiosity Crosses the Line
Some questions come with kindness. Others come with entitlement or fetishization.
I’ve learned to tell the difference.
If a comment makes me feel small, uncomfortable, or used — I delete it.
No explanation. No guilt.
Protecting my mental space is more important than being polite.
And honestly? That boundary has made me stronger.
Transforming Comments Into Confidence
It would be easy to stop sharing. To go private. To cover up again.
But I won’t.
Because for every uncomfortable message, there’s another one that says:
“Thank you for being visible.”
“You gave me courage today.”
“I’ve never seen someone like me online. Until now.”
And that matters more than the noise.
I Share From Power, Not Pressure
I’ve taken control of my story. I don’t perform. I don’t explain myself for clicks.
I show up because I want to.
Because I believe there’s space for all of us — even those of us who break the mold.
And when I feel overwhelmed, I unplug. I rest. I remind myself that I am not my Instagram.
I am a whole woman, with a story no comment can define.
Final Thought
Not everyone will understand your body.
Not everyone deserves access to it, either.
What matters most is that you understand your worth, and that you protect it — every time you log on.
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