We are not here to decorate the world.We are here to disturb it beautifully.To say what’s unsaid.To wear what we feel.To make space for what doesn’t fit in boxes.Because expression isn’t a luxury.It’s oxygen.In a world addicted to filters,we choose real.
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We still expect women to arrive fully formed. Graceful, capable, unbroken. But the truth is, most of womanhood happens in process — in what doesn’t get posted, published, or praised. Shweta Iyer’s work sits right in that space. The unfinished. The fractured. The parts still being reclaimed.“I create to celebrate womanhood. Not the ideal. The real,” she says. “We adapt, we multitask, we break and rebuild.”
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We are not here to decorate the world.We are here to disturb it beautifully.To say what’s unsaid.To wear what we feel.To make space for what doesn’t fit in boxes.Because expression isn’t a luxury.It’s oxygen.In a world addicted to filters,we choose real.
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We still expect women to arrive fully formed. Graceful, capable, unbroken. But the truth is, most of womanhood happens in process — in what doesn’t get posted, published, or praised. Shweta Iyer’s work sits right in that space. The unfinished. The fractured. The parts still being reclaimed.“I create to celebrate womanhood. Not the ideal. The real,” she says. “We adapt, we multitask, we break and rebuild.”
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