Me and Anastasia are still raising support for our project together ✨
We are incredibly grateful to everyone who already donated and believed in what we are creating, it truly means a lot to us 🙏🏻
If you’ve just discovered our project and feel connected to it, we would be very happy to have you with us on this journey 🤍
As a thank you for your support, we will share behind-the-scenes moments, exclusive images, a digital art book, signed prints, and polaroids from the project.
https://t.co/VGazPYGB1A
Thank you for believing in us and helping us bring this story to life ✨
ph: @mihaylova_jpg 🌸
Spain/Portugal ❣️
We are still looking for a place, It turns out that finding a home that allows pets, especially in a quiet, private setting, is quite a challenge 🙈
We’re specifically looking for something more secluded, surrounded by nature, without close neighbors or busy areas. This is important for us not only for lifestyle reasons, but also because our two cats are deaf and can get easily stressed by unfamiliar animals like dogs or other cats 🐈
It could even be Offgrid, or semi-offgrid!
We are extremely careful tenants. We always use protective covers for furniture and take extra care of everything in the home. Our cats are very calm, clean, and have never caused any damage.
We live a calm, conscious lifestyle, we don’t smoke, drink or party, and we value peace, nature, and simplicity.
We are also volunteers & vegans. We’re also very respectful of the space we live in 🙏🏻✨
We’re ideally looking to move around October–November, but we’re absolutely open to considering something earlier if the right place becomes available.
Also, due to my health (fibromyalgia), it’s important for us to find a place that is warmer and not too humid — that would really help my condition.
Our budget is up to €500-600 per month, for a long-term rental, around one year, with the possibility to extend if everything works well.
If you happen to know of anything suitable, or if your place might become available, we would be very grateful to hear from you 🫶🏻🌸
Thank you again so much ✨
This was our very first shoot together with @aireenel_ — the beginning of something that grew into much more than just a one-time session. From that moment, a real creative connection started to form, not only in photography, but in life as well 🤍
Over the years, we’ve created so much together ✨
We’ve supported each other, evolved, and grown — both as artists and as people.
Our trip to Iceland a few years ago really showed us the depth of this connection — how naturally we work together, how intuitively we feel the process, and how much we can bring into a shared vision when we’re fully in it.
We’re truly grateful for all the support we’ve received along the way, It means more than we can put into words 🙏🏻🥹🫶🏻
And now, we’re stepping into a new chapter together !
A new project that we’re building with a lot of care, intention, and love 🌸
We’re so close to closing the fundraiser and only 8 days left, we still have to raise €2,900 and we can’t do it without your support 🙏🏻
If you feel what we’re creating — you can be part of it ❤️
And when it’s complete, it won’t belong only to us — it will carry the presence of everyone who believed in it from the very beginning ✨
You will be the very first to see the results of this project!
And For those who support us, we’ve prepared very something special gifts 🎁
🌸 eBook with full sets from the project + access to both of our Patreons
🌸 signed fine art print
🌸 exclusive self-portrait series (not included anywhere else)
🌸 original signed Polaroid
We’re deeply grateful to each of you 🤍
You’re already part of this 💫
Link 👇🏻
Every woman should know this.
For almost 5 years, I’ve been living with severe muscle pain and constant spasms.
No one could explain what was happening to me. Different countries, different doctors — no answers.
Even after I ended up in the ICU with cardiac tamponade, a life-threatening condition, the cause was still labeled “unknown.”
But recently, we found the reason ourselves:
Extragenital #endometriosis 🩸
It spreads beyond the pelvis and affects vital organs — the pleura, the abdomen,
and in extremely rare cases, even the pericardium, causing cardiac tamponade.
700 ml of bloody fluid was drained from around my heart.
There was also around 400 ml of fluid around my lungs, liver, and kidneys.
A 5 cm endometrioma later confirmed the diagnosis.
But looking back, the signs were always there.
I had severely painful periods since I was 11, pain so intense that I ended up in emergency multiple times, even experiencing pain shock.
At 17, I was told I had thickened uterine walls — which we now know can be an early sign of endometriosis.
And still, no one connected it.
When I was in the ICU, my CA-125 was elevated.
They ruled out cancer, but no one mentioned that this marker is also strongly associated with endo.
No one even considered it.
And yet, if you look at the full picture — bloody fluid in pericardium, which is extremely unusual, combined with years of severe symptoms — it points in one direction.
Endometrial tissue had likely reached places it should never be — even the pericardium —causing internal bleeding & inflammation. COVID seems to have triggered a rapid progression.
The disease spread further, affected my immune system, and led to complex systemic reactions.
My immune system began attacking my own body, especially my muscles, which caused constant hypertonicity, spasms, and countless trigger points.
Even when we try to release the muscles, the tension comes back almost immediately.
A closed loop.
This is how I ended up with diagnoses like fibromyalgia and multiple autoimmune markers.
But now it’s clear — these were not separate conditions.
They were all connected.
Endometriosis is not just a “gynecological issue.”
It’s a chronic inflammatory condition involving the immune, vascular, and lymphatic systems.
It can coexist with systemic conditions and chronic pain like fibromyalgia, like in my case, which makes diagnosis even harder.
It also profoundly affects mental health. Living for years in constant pain without answers often leads to the need for psychological or psychiatric support.
And sometimes the problem isn’t you — it’s that medicine is still looking in the wrong direction, treating the body as separate parts instead of one connected system.
Women’s pain is still too often dismissed, minimized, misunderstood, gaslighted or simply ignored. And I truly believe it’s time to change that.
And despite all of this — there is still no cure for endometriosis.
If this disease affected men, there would have been a diagnosis and effective treatment 150 years ago. There would be awareness, funding, urgency.
Only now things are slowly starting to change & medicine is beginning to recognize something critical — endo behaves in ways that are frighteningly similar to cancer. It spreads unpredictably, invades different tissues, and causes systemic pain throughout the body.
Recently, cancer treatments tested on endometriosis models have shown promising results.
Just think about that.
Now imagine if people with tumors were treated the same way people with endometriosis often are told it’s “normal,” dismissed, gaslighted for years.
It would be unthinkable. And yet, this is reality. I ended up with a life-threatening condition because of this disease.
This is not “just painful periods.” There are women who have died from complications of endometriosis.
I came dangerously close to becoming one of them.
So yes, I am an endometriosis survivor.
And I will keep speaking about it, because we deserve to be heard.
What we were taught to hide.
One of the most frequently asked questions in my life has always been about the scar on my stomach.
When I was 6 months old, I had an intestinal intussusception. I was already turning blue, and my parents were told there was almost no chance of saving me. No surgeon could untangle the knot in my intestine for a long time, until finally one doctor managed to do it. That is how this scar became part of my body before I was even old enough to understand what a body was.
But I grew up understanding very quickly what it meant to be “different.”
For most of my life, I was deeply ashamed of this scar. I hid it at the beach, never wore separate swimsuits, sometimes even swam in clothes, and later, in close relationships, I asked men not to look at it. I truly believed it was something ugly, something that made me less beautiful, less desirable, less worthy of being seen.
That is what this industry does to women from the very beginning — it teaches us to see ourselves through deficiency. Through “imperfections.” Through invented standards we were never meant to reach.
At one point, I even went to a surgeon and wanted to cut the scar out. But because it is a keloid scar, I was told it would most likely grow back and could look even worse.
Everything started to change when I came into nude photography. For the first time, I began to look at my body differently. Not as a problem to fix, not as a collection of flaws, but as something whole, alive, real. My scar stopped feeling like something shameful and started feeling like what it truly is: part of my story, part of my body, part of me.
I used to be shocked by how often photographers tried to retouch it out of my images. And yes, it was always male photographers. Not a single woman photographer has ever removed my scar. I used to tell them: if you erase my scar, you might as well erase my arm, my eye, or my face — because I have lived with it my entire life. I do not know myself without it.
And that is exactly the point.
We are constantly being told that we are not enough as we are. That we need to fix, inject, polish, reshape, remove. But the truth is the opposite. We do not need to change ourselves in order to be loved. We need to stop seeing scars, stretch marks, moles, texture, softness, and all the traces of life as flaws — because they never were flaws. They were turned into flaws so that this world could keep selling us things.
So this is my reminder, especially to women:
you were never too much, and you were never not enough.
Your body is not wrong.
Your story is not wrong.
And the things you were taught to hide may one day become the very things that set you free.