We come to this world with no concealing cover. We start understanding our surroundings by
direct contact through our physical senses with the world. Our skin becomes this tender wall
between everything that is happening outside and our inner selves. It becomes our
“appearance”, our “look”, our “beauty”.

Then they ask us to obscure it, to cover it, to hide it, to veil it. And like any other social
expectations, we start getting used to it. It starts becoming our second skin and we,
unconsciously, would feel unsecured and uncomfortable without it.
As a woman coming from a culture with peculiarly high obligations to be covered, I believe that
this second skin is not only a layer that covers our bodies, but also a firm hindrance to our
mental, emotional and internal outlet.