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Loosen control

...and let's get into the mood… 😮‍💨

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Stretching

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paper towel cardboard tube

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Side view hard mode

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Morning Wood 🥖

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Ouch 😮‍💨

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Obstructed View

Feet? Still there. Just not the first thing I see.

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Morning Fit Check (Spoiler: Still Doesn’t)

Love how the light highlights all the parts that don’t fit in clothes

This was supposed to be the ‘safe shots’. still got too much in it.

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Today’s forecast

97% humidity - 3% tolerance - 0% chance of dressing appropriately

Some shorts aren’t made for the outside world: too thin, too honest.

Worn only at home, strictly under the law of “please, nobody visit today".

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I hate summer (but I document it anyway)

Just sitting by the window, legs crossed.

I hate summer, but I’ve learned to frame the discomfort.

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Blog support

Late. No energy left, no hands free. So I let my legs do the holding. Scrolled through my own blog like a guest — quiet, soft, and just curious enough.

Some nights, this is all the structure I need.

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The moment everything softens

Favorite part of the day.

No plans. No pressure.

Just softness, some silence, and space that finally makes sense.

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Function over fashion.

They’re ugly. I know, but my feet don’t care.

Neither does my t-shirt, or these sweatpants. At some point, comfort just wins. And honestly? I’m not even fighting back.

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Shade of grey in a boring day

Boring day.

Nothing planned, nothing moving, just home, hodie and grey sweatpants doing what grey sweatpants do.

Even boredom can’t hide it.

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Getting ready (sort of)

Just trying to put on a sock. That’s it, but even this becomes a scene.

A silent headline, a shape I didn’t script. Some bodies can’t even stretch in peace.

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When denim doesn’t cooperate

It’s not on purpose. It’s just one of those days. When the fit doesn’t help, the fabric refuses to hide, and you’ve got a full basket and nowhere to go.

Can’t fix it. Can’t fight it. So I stand here and pretend… again.

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Let’s go camping

It looks like a tent.

It’s the daily negotiation, a silent protest.

I didn’t ask to pitch this tent. I just sat down. ⛺️