
Identity isn’t fixed.
It’s worn,
borrowed,
exchanged.
Some skins fit too well.
Others itch by morning.
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Some we choose.
Some choose us.
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And somewhere between
what was given
and what we became,
​
we begin to decide
what stays.




Every edge.
Every layer.
Every version.
​
I slip.
I shed.
I shift.
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Never still.
Never finished.




You looked once.
​
Look again.
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Something moved.
​
Maybe it was me.
​
Maybe it was you.


I am becoming.
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Borrowed.
Broken.
Blazing.
Every layer a chapter.
Each version a truth.
​
Still becoming.
.
Some thoughts stayed words.
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WE FORGOT HOW TO LOOK
A thought on what changes when we stop accepting the first thing we see.
THE FIRST COSTUME
A thought on the versions of ourselves we learn before we know we're learning them.
Creative Direction: ISAID
Photography: ISAID
Styling: ISAID
Hair & Makeup: ISAID
Model: Leila Jay leilajay.co.uk
Year: 2025
