She tapped the screen, recording a quick video—her reflection staring back, bold and unapologetic. A small smile tugged at her lips as she shifted poses, feeling a rush of confidence. The phone’s lens captured every detail: the messy bun atop her head, the faint freckles dusting her shoulders, the way she arched her back just so. After a few seconds, she stopped the recording and watched it back, her heart racing. It wasn’t for anyone else—just for her, a private moment of feeling alive in her own skin. She saved it to a hidden folder, then grabbed a robe, the thrill lingering as she slipped it on.