I Stopped Hiding… and Started Taking My Clothes Off Instead

Because the moment I stopped hiding, every part of me finally exhaled...

Hello my loves,

There is something powerful about writing a newsletter that doesn’t tiptoe, doesn’t soften itself, doesn’t try to package the truth into tiny, polite pieces in the hope that nobody chokes on it. I’ve spent so many years trying to make myself digestible for people who were never going to swallow me whole anyway, and I think I’ve finally reached the point where the effort of pretending is heavier than the consequences of honesty. So here it is, in one long, full, unfiltered breath: I am a sex worker, I do OnlyFans, I support people through sensual + sexual empowerment work, I hold extremely intimate emotional spaces for those who need them, and I am done hiding from a truth that has shaped me more deeply than anything else ever has.

The journey to this point wasn’t a calm, graceful stroll through self-acceptance; it was messy and inconvenient and emotional in a way that feels almost orchestral in hindsight. What makes this moment different is that I haven’t just “come to terms” with my identity, I’ve stepped into it with a kind of grounded pride that feels like returning home to myself after years of wandering around in other people’s expectations. I’m not shrinking anymore. I’m not apologising for being a woman whose work lives at the intersection of intimacy, empowerment, expression, and courage. I’m not dimming the parts of myself that I know were born to shine.

And yes, that includes my work online.
Yes, that includes OnlyFans.
Yes, that includes sharing my body, my presence, my energy, my creativity, and doing it in a way that is fully on my terms.

When I started, I had no idea it would change me the way it has. I grew up disconnecting from my body, critiquing her, punishing her, judging her softness and her curves and her shape. I spent years treating her like a battlefield instead of a home, and even longer believing she needed to be fixed before she could be seen. But the strange, beautiful, surprising thing about showing up unapologetically is that you begin to see yourself through kinder eyes. Creating content allowed me to witness my body in ways I never had, not through shame or comparison, but through appreciation, curiosity, even admiration. I learned to love her angles, her strength, her expressions, her personality, her history, her survival. I learned to hold her without resentment. I learned to respect what she has carried.

Through this process I found something I didn’t expect:
I developed stronger boundaries than I’ve ever had in my life.
Stronger than in past relationships, stronger than in family dynamics, stronger than in friendships, stronger than in any workplace. Doing this work forced me to become crystal clear on what I accept, what I decline, what I protect, and what I refuse to tolerate. My “yes” became cleaner. My “no” became firmer. My intuition became louder. My sense of self became anchored in a way that feels like finally growing roots after years of drifting.

People often assume the work weakens you; for me, it has done the opposite. It has made me sharper, softer, wiser, funnier, bolder, more compassionate, and more connected to myself and others. It has given me a voice I didn’t know I had and a confidence I didn’t know I was allowed to feel. It has taught me more about humanity than any “respectable” job I’ve ever worked. And above all, it has shown me that authenticity, real, raw, unpolished authenticity, is one of the bravest offerings any of us can give to the world.

So if you’re reading this and you’re standing at the doorway of your own truth, whatever that truth is, whether it has anything to do with sexuality or absolutely nothing at all, I want you to know that hiding will drain you far more than being seen ever will. There is nothing peaceful about compressing yourself into a version that keeps everyone else comfortable. There is nothing empowering about starving the parts of you that are hungry for expression. And there is absolutely nothing noble about sacrificing your truth for people who aren’t even living theirs.

Stepping into who you really are is not a lightning-strike revelation; it’s a thousand small moments where you choose honesty over fear, alignment over approval, expansion over shrinking, and self-respect over silence. It’s speaking even when your voice trembles, standing your ground even when your knees shake, letting your heart be visible even when vulnerability feels risky. And slowly, beautifully, shockingly, you begin to feel free.

I am free now in ways I never imagined I could be, the kind of freedom that feels like breathing into parts of myself I didn’t realise had been held tight for years. I am proud in ways that once felt off-limits, as if pride belonged to other kinds of lives but not mine, and yet here it is, rising in me with a warmth I no longer try to push away. I am myself in a way that feels both unsettling and breathtaking, as if stepping into who I truly am is equal parts trembling vulnerability and undeniable power. And in all of this, I am here, fully, openly, unapologetically, standing in my truth with nothing tucked away in the shadows anymore.

And I want the same liberation for you, whatever your truth looks like.

Feel free to have a nosey at my other social media platforms, including the juicy ones - because we don’t need to hide anymore.

https://hoo.be/spicysaurora

With love, humour, and a wildly unapologetic heart,
Saurora x