At sixteen, Finn went on birth control to manage acne. But instead of relief, she was met with rapid breast growth, mood swings, and constant, unwanted attention. Her body no longer felt like hers—it felt like something built for others. “It wasn’t me,” she says.
Those years were her darkness, a tough time of disconnection, confusion, and invisibility within her own skin. In a world that demands women be desirable, Finn felt erased.
But at 22, she chose a breast reduction. The change was immediate. Her body no longer felt like a costume but a home. “Even if I were the only person on earth,” she says, “I still would’ve made that change.”
Now, photographed on the beach, she stands in quiet defiance, she feels natural, grounded, free. Her story is a reminder: sometimes we lose ourselves before we return. And that return is the dawn.
