Hi! I finally had time to look through the photos.
They are so beautiful and delicate — thank you for the opportunity to see myself through the eyes of an artist.
Polina, it was hard to find the right words.
I fell in love with myself.
You managed to show me who I am. To reveal me.
To help me understand myself more deeply.
This wasn’t just about beautiful photos — it honestly felt like therapy. And powerful therapy at that.
I almost want to cry.
I saw myself from the outside — exactly as I am — because I felt completely comfortable with you. In the photos, I’m different in each one. And I love myself in all of them.
I’ve always liked my eyes and my legs, but here I suddenly noticed how beautiful my back is. And then I realized — my hips are actually beautiful too, even though I never liked them before.
The last look felt closest to who I am. I felt so good in it.
But there’s one photo — that’s the one. The real one.
There I see all of me.
I see a grown woman. And I love her.
With all her imperfections — and perfect because of them.
Valya
Hi! I finally had time to look through the photos.
They are so beautiful and delicate — thank you for the opportunity to see myself through the eyes of an artist.
Xenia
I’m in shock! It honestly feels like something from a magazine.
I love these photos so much — I can’t even believe it.
I was about to leave for my workout, but instead I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes.
Thank you so much!!!!!
Tanya
Polina, it was hard to find the right words.
I fell in love with myself.
You managed to show me who I am. To reveal me.
To help me understand myself more deeply.
This wasn’t just about beautiful photos — it honestly felt like therapy. And powerful therapy at that.
I almost want to cry.
I saw myself from the outside — exactly as I am — because I felt completely comfortable with you. In the photos, I’m different in each one. And I love myself in all of them.
I’ve always liked my eyes and my legs, but here I suddenly noticed how beautiful my back is. And then I realized — my hips are actually beautiful too, even though I never liked them before.
The last look felt closest to who I am. I felt so good in it.
But there’s one photo — that’s the one. The real one.
There I see all of me.
I see a grown woman. And I love her.
With all her imperfections — and perfect because of them.