Ate an edible and spent two hours tracing the lines of my tattoos with my fingertips. Remembering the needle, the sting, the artist's hands. Realized my entire body is a monument to choosing pain I control over pain inflicted by others. Every scar turned to art. Every memory of a man's hands on me, overwritten by ink. The ultimate reclamation. Now I'm just lying here, high and naked, thinking about the next one. Maybe a giantess, crushing a tiny city between her thighs, right over my pussy. A warning and an invitation. The body is the last frontier, and I'm colonizing it for myself. #BodyAsArchive #ThePainYouChoose #NextPiece