Nobody made me. I made myself.
At seventeen
I was seventeen when I got my first tattoo.
The needle stopped, and I knew.
This was not the last one.
This was the first page.
2019. The big steps.
From 2019 I stopped taking small steps.
Every change was bigger than the last.
Every change was mine.
The nose
The world knows me as the first woman to have her nose removed.
By choice. For no other reason than that I wanted it.
Not an accident. Not an illness. A decision.
My face. My call.
Six artists. Six machines. One body.
Six artists tattooed me at the same time.
Six machines, one body.
It hurt. That was never the point.
My life's work
More than €200,000 went into this body.
Not a cost. An investment in becoming who I am.
Why
They tell you what beautiful is.
Filtered. Edited. Copied a thousand times.
I chose real.
People call me extreme.
When I look in the mirror, I still see the same girl I was born as.
Only now she looks like herself.
Quality, always
I do not gamble with my body.
I work with artists I trust, I take my time, and I let it heal.
What I want you to take from this
Your body is yours.
You do not need anyone's permission to be who you are.
Not mine. Not theirs.
They write about me as if I am a freak show.
Read what they write. Then read this.
This is the story told by the only person who lived it.
Be different. Be loud. Be you.