Ifeelmyself - Strawberry

Not a nibble. A bite.

It is the difference between a sliced strawberry on a plate and the primal act of picking it up by the stem, juice dripping down your knuckles, and taking the first bite. strawberry ifeelmyself

For a long time, I ate strawberries wrong. Not a nibble

Go to the kitchen. Find the reddest thing in the fridge. Do not prepare it. Do not share it. For a long time, I ate strawberries wrong

I would slice them neatly. Remove the green top with a surgical precision. Place them on a white ceramic plate next to a dollop of something low-fat and virtuous. I would eat them with a small fork, looking at my phone, barely tasting the tartness.

We spend so much time performing pleasure for others—the right face, the right noise, the right amount of enthusiasm. But when you are truly alone, truly with yourself, what does your pleasure sound like? Is it a gasp? A sigh? Silence?

If you have ever watched a film on Ifeelmyself , you know it isn’t about performance. It isn't about angles or scripted moans. It is about the moment a woman forgets the camera exists. It is about the solitary, sacred act of a hand trailing down a ribcage just because it feels good. It is about the unobserved observer.