Girl.

by Mihad Altayeb

I dress up and go out into the world, present a certain image of myself, a certain identity. Then I come back home, exhausted and spent. And in the privacy of my bathroom I remove the layers one by one. Only then can I truly be myself, when I’m not watched. I even hide from my mirror sometimes. And in that state of not being watched, I get the only chance to tend to my wounds.

*photos by @mihadaltayeb

*updated June 27, 2025

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