Today, they painted my skin in what they called a ritual-style photoshoot. Hot wax from candles was used to mark my body, my breasts, my abdomen, my arms, and my legs.

The scent of the candles was delightful, almost intoxicating. One of the artists accidentally burned himself with the wax, and I couldn’t help but laugh softly… I never realized how fragile human skin truly is.

For me, the sensation was nothing painful, just a tickle, almost teasing. Their fire could not harm me… it only reminded me how different I am, and how delicate they will always be.