ChloeJacksonS

CHLOEJACKSON

I am an 18 year old woman who has learned to accept every part of myself, both physically and emotionally. Throughout my life, I have discovered that my greatest strength lies in my authenticity and the confidence with which I present myself to the world.. My silhouette, which escapes traditional stereotypes, is precisely what gives me a sense of power. My body is my temple, and in it, I celebrate my unique beauty, without reservation or complex. My presence does not go unnoticed. In every interaction, whether in front of the lens or in person, I strive to create an atmosphere of authentic connection. It is not just about showing me, but to project an energy that arouses admiration and respect. I understand the importance of creating an environment where safety and fun are at the core of everything. I love to share my universe with those who seek a connection beyond the superficial. Every look, every gesture, every word is designed to establish an authentic connection, because I believe that the real magic lies in the interaction. My way of expressing myself and moving is the extension of my confidence. I feel comfortable to explore different facets of my personality and show myself as I am, without filters or pretensions. In this space, I enjoy the freedom to be who I am without fear of judgment. Every day is an opportunity to flourish more and I am proud of the woman I am: strong, determined and not afraid to show myself as I am. My journey reminds me that beauty is not only found in the physical, but also in the confidence and power we exude when we allow ourselves to be authentic..

Every part of my life carries in it something of you, and it is really nothing extraordinary; you know it as objectively as I do.. However, there is one thing I would like to clarify to you. When I say each part, I'm not just talking about this present moment, this waiting for you and your discovery, and, damn it, your loss and your reunion, and I hope nothing more. I’m not talking about you suddenly saying, “I’m going to cry,” and I, my throat tied, “OK, cry ». And that a soft and invisible shower protects us, and maybe that's why the sun will soon rise. Nor am I talking only about the fact that, day after day, the number of our small decisive complicities increases, nor of the fact that I can or believe I can turn my failures into victories, nor of the fact that you offer me the tender gift of your last despair..

I love you by the eyebrows, by the hair, I debate with you in the corridors of an immaculate white where play the fountains of light, I discuss with you of each name, I tear you with the delicacy of a scar, I will deposit in your hair ashes of flashes and sleepy ribbons in the rain. I do not want you to have a form, that you are precisely what comes after your hand, for water, consider water, and the lions when they dissolve in the sugar of the fable, and the gestures, this architecture of nothingness, lighting their lamps in the middle of the encounter. All tomorrow is the blackboard where I invent you and draw you, ready to erase you, you're not like that, nor with this straight hair, this smile. I'm looking for your sum, the rim of the glass where the wine is also the moon and the mirror, I'm looking for that line that makes a man tremble in a museum gallery. Plus, I love you, and it's long and cold.