I WANT.

I want to move to New York.

I want to be the next Richard Avedon.

I want to shoot fashion in a fine art way.

I want to explore womanhood with my camera.

I want to define myself as strong, fit and healthy.

I want to enjoy myself.

I want to read a book everyday.

I want to eat better, drink better, be better.

I want to fashion myself around myself.

I want to be the feminist I picture in my mind.

I want to wear more high heels and dance, dance, dance.

I want to surround myself with strong, independent women.

I want to be known.

I want to define my waist, my abs, my arms.

I want to have the confidence to be more in my life.

I want to surround myself with joy.

I want to make the commitment to start my life.

I want to make each day count.

I want to realize that each day is a new beginning.

I want to breathe and mindfully interact with my surroundings.

I want to ride my bike.

I want to run again.

I want to go camping and be outdoors.

I want men to acknowledge me.

I want the world to stop breathing so that I can.

I want to dance without a drop of drink.

I want to feel strong.

I want to have more self control with food, with men, with everything.

I want to counterbalance my femininity with my ferocity.

I want to take the bull by the horns.

I want to feel the ground beneath my feet, to feel wild again.

I want to ride a horse.

I want to fill my closet with boots, heels, black.

I want to keep close to my family.

I want to breach new beginnings.

I don’t want to limit myself.

I want to stop faltering at the doorstep.

I want to feel contagious, like a stirring cough deep down in your lungs.

I want to start writing again, every day.

I want to start journaling. I miss words.

I want to photograph the inward spiral of my thoughts and put image to paper.

I want to feel again.

What do you want?