I am made of layers. Many layers.

There’s the surface the world sees – the smile I offer easily, the strength I show in every step. But, like all beautiful and complex things, there’s so much more hidden beneath the first impression.

Behind what seems simple, there are stories of beginnings and goodbyes. Each of the seven cities I’ve called home has left its mark on me, shaping me into someone who knows how to adapt but also carries the weight of everything left behind. These layers are made of maps, memories, and paths that taught me I am capable of starting over as many times as necessary.

There are layers of love – the love I give my children, unconditional and infinite, and the love I’ve learned to give myself over time, which is still a work in progress. And, of course, the love I hope to share with someone, even after a few disappointments. This is the kind of love that takes courage, because it opens itself to the unknown, to the possibility of being hurt, and yet still chooses to believe.

There are also layers of ambition. I don’t want just a good life; I want a fulfilling one. I want freedom – both emotional and financial. I want to build something truly mine – a project, an idea, something that reflects who I am and allows me to provide my children with even more comfort and inspiration.

Then there are the subtler layers, the ones few people see. My eye for details, the way I get lost in reflections about life, the conversations I have with myself in moments of silence. These layers hold my sensitivity, my creativity, and my desire to transform feelings into words and images.

But not all layers are easy. Some are made of insecurities, like when I try to express myself in a language I don’t yet fully master. Others are made of frustrations, like the times I feel like I’m trying alone, whether in relationships or in my professional life. Yet, these layers do not define me – they challenge me.

And perhaps the most beautiful thing about me is this: I am all these layers, coexisting, creating a complexity that makes me unique. To truly know me, you can’t just stop at the surface. You have to look deeper, to want to understand the stories, dreams, pains, and desires that shape me.

Because that’s who I am: many layers, all of them true, all of them part of who I am.

Welcome to “Layers of Itself.” Here, you will find each of these layers, unveiled little by little, as I record them in words and images. And perhaps, along the way, you’ll discover something about your own layers too.