I’d been feeling overwhelmed, everything piling up all at once. So, a few nights ago, I finally gave in and decided to take a break. I opened a bottle of wine, lit a couple of candles, and put on a random show to just chill out... And somewhere around the second glass, I started feeling that familiar spark, that naughty little idea I’d been brushing off.

I’d thought about posting a photo before, but that night, with the wine making me bolder, it felt like the time to try. I was just in an oversized shirt and cheeky panties; not anything special, just my comfy, lazy-night look, but I felt confident enough. I took a few shots, and with each one, my pulse raced a little more. I picked one of them, created a throwaway account, and picked a few subreddits. After a moment of hesitation, I bit my lip and hit "post."

It didn’t take long for the notifications to start pouring in, each one making my heart skip. The excitement was way more than I’d expected, way stronger than I’d imagined. I answered a few comments and DMs, for an hour or two. By the time I was ready to sleep, I deleted the account.

And no, I’m not going to send it to you 🤷🏼‍♀️