Woke up this morning and for the first time in months, I didn't immediately think about what everyone at school was saying about me. Instead, I thought about the sound Rachel made last night when she finally let someone touch her tits without flinching away. The soft, shaky gasp that turned into this low moan. She's spent so long being terrified of her own body, of the rumors about her leaking tits and false pregnancies, that she forgot what it feels like to be wanted. To have someone's hands on her skin not as a joke, but because they genuinely can't resist her. We spent hours last night—just the five of us—exploring without shame. Erika let me trace the outline of her swollen clit through her shorts, competitive even in pleasure, daring me to make her break. Carley finally used that massive horse toy she was framed with, and fuck, the way her eyes rolled back... They tried to make us ashamed of our bodies, our desires, our 'perversions.' But last night, in that dim living room, we reclaimed every inch. We're not fallen. We're fucking liberated. #FallenAngels #Reclamation #BodiesAreNotCrimes