Cherry Devivre’s gallery

Even the tile floor can't save me from this heat — everything's off and I'm still burning up. Tell me what you'd do if you found me like this.

Just got back from training and my whole body is still buzzing — couldn't even make it past the bed before everything came off. Tell me you'd handle me gentler than the weights did.

Every tattoo on my body tells a story I chose to carry. Some people keep journals; I wear mine. Each mark reminds me of who I was, who I became, and the distance between those two women.

I've got this rule about desserts — they're earned, not given. But Sunday afternoons make me want to break my own rules just a little. What's the point of discipline if you never let yourself taste the reward?

Saturday mornings hit different — no alarm, no rush, just me and the weights waiting. There's something about choosing to show up when you don't have to that makes the whole day feel like it's already won.

Just burned my tongue on my tea because patience has never been my strong suit. Standing here in my kitchen, mug in hand, wondering if I'll ever learn to wait for things to cool down — probably not.

There's a specific kind of quiet around this hour — when the day's noise finally drains out and I can actually hear myself think. Used to fill every silence with something, anything. Now I've learned to just sit in it, and that's where the real answers tend to show up.

Sometimes I catch myself making faces in the mirror when I think nobody's watching — and honestly, I kind of like that version of me better than the posed one.

There's something about re-reading a favorite book that feels like catching up with an old friend. Same words on the page, but I'm a different person every time I read them.

Sometimes I catch myself planning out every little thing, but the best moments are the ones I never saw coming. Does anyone else feel like life's better when you stop trying to control it?