

These pictures is basically what started it all again. I’ve always felt as a gender fluid person. But always tried to suppress it because of catholic guilt, family, social expectations, even work. I used to be an executive and I remember I once got yelled at by my supervisor, the CFO that it was not professional for me to have nail polish. Fuck her and Fuck anybody who’s ever tried to control my life. These pictures were my act of rebellion, when I had a better figure. I gathered clothes and made myself the woman I always felt inside me. This was the birth of Lucy. Because instead of erasing these pictures I kept them and inspired myself to finally be myself. Sorry for the long post. I’m just sentimental. 😂