TAN LINES

Life leaves marks.

Some arrive slowly - built over days, repeated exposure, quiet accumulation. Others happen all at once: a burn, a shadow, a moment pressed too long against the sun. A visible before and after. Proof that something was there, that time passes, and something new was created.

Sometimes these marks feel beautiful - evidence of a life fully lived. Sometimes they feel accidental, uneven, unplanned. Both are true.

Tan lines aren’t really about the line - they’re about contrast. About needing what came before to understand what exists now.

This is about learning to see them everywhere, and realizing they have been there all along waiting for the time needed to reveal themselves.