I draw women because, since I was a child, I’ve always been interested in and attentive to observing how women (first in my family, then on TV) had lifestyles completely different from those of men. They were always rushing, always working (at home and outside), always busy trying to look beautiful on every occasion. They were tired. They were constantly criticized for their physical appearance and obsessed with the fear of aging and losing their attractiveness. Men weren’t like that. Since childhood, after an operation, I gained a lot of weight and was heavily bullied at school while adults kept telling each other “she’ll slim down when she grows up.” At 10, I decided to lose weight and silence everyone. I ate very little and did all the exercise a 10-year-old could know. For a few years, I had a close relationship with anorexia, bulimia, and amenorrhea. During these struggles, I also started working as a “regular” model, and my body was constantly praised. The more I got sick, the more society appreciated me. Then, around 17 or 18, after a strong hormonal treatment, I overcame these demons and gained weight. Needless to say, just as I was lifted up, I was violently and cruelly thrown down from that pedestal. That’s when I sought revenge by starting to work in a niche area of fashion: plus-size. We were still very few and very much stigmatized. But for over 10 years, that job became my revenge against the patriarchal society that wants us women to be skeletal, on the brink of life. All this to say that, throughout my life, the female body has always been somehow the main character. I got jobs because I was pretty, I paid for my studies with my modeling work (the job that objectifies you every day). I was always surrounded by bodies of all shapes and ages. All of them imperfect, all the center of attention in the lives of thousands of women who, instead of living carefree and accepting themselves, were always searching for a perfection that doesn’t exist, but one that serves to make them insecure and avoidant of the market. So enough, I decided that my women had to be free. Carefree. Manifesting their discontent, their strength, their way of saying “enough.”