As a woman, wherever I stand, I often feel the need to prove myself—my body and my dreams. This validation feels like a ticket to be believed, to be seen, even to exist. I keep asking: where does this obsession come from? During my school years, many women indirectly taught me that proving myself was a form of protection. I remember menstruation raids in some schools, where girls had to show their sanitary pads to prove they were not lying about their periods. As I grew older, I realized those women did not intend to hurt us. I believed they were protecting us, shaped by the system they lived within. That is why I do not want to create a villain in this film. I want to question the system that quietly teaches women we must constantly prove ourselves to exist. Through this film, I want to visualize the beauty, harmony, and femininity of womanhood. But when we look closer, we begin to see how the system pushes us to keep proving ourselves—our bodies and our dreams. How far we are willing to go, even with our own bodies, just to be believed.