When I started modelling, I wasn’t chasing confidence. I was chasing proof. I needed to see myself through someone else’s eyes, because mine had been trained to distort. The camera didn’t feel safe, but it felt like a way out. A way to be rewritten. If I were receiving money to do a job I was chosen for because of my looks, then all the words, all the shame and hate, couldn't possibly be true. It was something objectively true…and THAT was something I could hold on to.”

“But what if we viewed the creation of portraits as a ritual? An exploration of the inner being.
A welcome to what wants to come out?
What if it is the funeral rites of the person you used to be?
Or the baptism of the person you are becoming?
What if, the single act of allowing yourself to be seen in a safe space while documenting your becoming, your power, your transition, is one of the most powerful, personal rituals out there?”