It begins with Domestic Violence.

There is strength in her skin, in the quiet weight behind her eyes.
This isn’t about shame. It isn’t about what people expect her to hide. Domestic violence passes through lives, but it does not define worth.

In every frame, she reclaims something: beauty, dignity, voice. Because survivors are not victims waiting to be fixed; they are human bodies still radiant, story still unfolding.

They say the scars, the moments, the fear should break her identity. What I saw with Aika was that she held all of it—and still stood in her light.

This project isn’t exposure in the sense of vulnerability as weakness. It’s exposure in honesty. In refusing to let stigma dictate how beauty is seen.

May this image remind us: trauma is part of a life, but not the whole measure of who someone is.