"If you have met me a year ago, you wouldn’t recognise my attitude towards my own reflection.

Posing naked in front of a camera wouldn’t even have happened because I wouldn’t have gotten naked in front of someone else. Because if I don’t like what I see, no one else will like it.

But you know me today and admire the bravery, acclaim my beauty that always have been there but I denied to accept. Today you see my stable self-esteem – but it wasn’t there before. Today I feel beautiful, but a year ago I didn’t feel like that.

Maybe you met me before and you don’t know me today, or you look at me the same. I don’t know. I don’t feel or look the same.

A year ago I accepted and started to love what more than ten years ago used hate and disavow of myself, a scar."