Fuck Your Rules
30 × 40 Canvas Original
Mixed media- acrylic on canvas with glitter
2025
You see curves,
I see continents carved by survival,
soft valleys that held me through storms
you’ll never know.
This body isn’t a blueprint
for your approval.
It isn’t an apology
for not being small,
for not being smooth,
for not being yours.
These thighs aren’t an invitation.
This belly doesn’t beg forgiveness.
These breasts don’t bow to desirability.
Fuck your rules.
Fuck all the things you say I should be
I wear rebellion with honor.
I wear self-love louder than your shame.
I don’t owe you health.
I don’t owe you daintiness.
I don’t owe you sex,
or softness,
or a single damn smile.
This body is mine.
It radiates defiance,
worships at the altar of its own worth.
And every roll, every scar, every dimple,
a shout to freedom you can't rewrite.
Stare if you must,
but know:
you’re looking at a revolution
unapologetically alive
Arriving ready for display, varnished, stamped, signed, and accompanied by a certificate of authenticity.
10% of every $1,000 sold is donated to a nonprofit that helps women reclaim their autonomy.
All prices include shipping to US addresses, if you are outside of the United States please reach out to the artist for a custom shipping quote.
30 × 40 Canvas Original
Mixed media- acrylic on canvas with glitter
2025
You see curves,
I see continents carved by survival,
soft valleys that held me through storms
you’ll never know.
This body isn’t a blueprint
for your approval.
It isn’t an apology
for not being small,
for not being smooth,
for not being yours.
These thighs aren’t an invitation.
This belly doesn’t beg forgiveness.
These breasts don’t bow to desirability.
Fuck your rules.
Fuck all the things you say I should be
I wear rebellion with honor.
I wear self-love louder than your shame.
I don’t owe you health.
I don’t owe you daintiness.
I don’t owe you sex,
or softness,
or a single damn smile.
This body is mine.
It radiates defiance,
worships at the altar of its own worth.
And every roll, every scar, every dimple,
a shout to freedom you can't rewrite.
Stare if you must,
but know:
you’re looking at a revolution
unapologetically alive
Arriving ready for display, varnished, stamped, signed, and accompanied by a certificate of authenticity.
10% of every $1,000 sold is donated to a nonprofit that helps women reclaim their autonomy.
All prices include shipping to US addresses, if you are outside of the United States please reach out to the artist for a custom shipping quote.
30 × 40 Canvas Original
Mixed media- acrylic on canvas with glitter
2025
You see curves,
I see continents carved by survival,
soft valleys that held me through storms
you’ll never know.
This body isn’t a blueprint
for your approval.
It isn’t an apology
for not being small,
for not being smooth,
for not being yours.
These thighs aren’t an invitation.
This belly doesn’t beg forgiveness.
These breasts don’t bow to desirability.
Fuck your rules.
Fuck all the things you say I should be
I wear rebellion with honor.
I wear self-love louder than your shame.
I don’t owe you health.
I don’t owe you daintiness.
I don’t owe you sex,
or softness,
or a single damn smile.
This body is mine.
It radiates defiance,
worships at the altar of its own worth.
And every roll, every scar, every dimple,
a shout to freedom you can't rewrite.
Stare if you must,
but know:
you’re looking at a revolution
unapologetically alive
Arriving ready for display, varnished, stamped, signed, and accompanied by a certificate of authenticity.
10% of every $1,000 sold is donated to a nonprofit that helps women reclaim their autonomy.
All prices include shipping to US addresses, if you are outside of the United States please reach out to the artist for a custom shipping quote.
