Marlon from Holyoke, MA is photographed by Nixon in this compelling series published by PSB #projectskinnyboys

Marlon’s story isn’t loud. It doesn’t swagger in with muscle or armor. It moves the way a hymn does under your breath—steady, patient, almost secret until you really listen.

Across this series, his body drifts from guarded to opened up in small, almost invisible shifts—the shoulders that stop folding in, the hands that stop hiding and start resting, the long decision to stretch the whole length of himself across the rug. What once got called “too skinny” turns into terrain: ribs like ridgelines, spine like a city line at dusk, every angle counted instead of corrected.

These frames don’t erase his doubt. The boy who learned early that he was “not enough” still lingers in the corners. But beside him stands the man beginning to trust that edge and softness can share the same skin, that a chest like his can carry a full, unbroken name.

Looking back over the images, you’re not just seeing poses; you’re watching a split self slowly stitch together. This is Marlon learning, frame by frame, that he doesn’t owe the world one extra pound to stand where he is.

For anyone who’s ever moved like a ghost through their own life, his series is a quiet call: your bones, your hush, your particular way of crossing a room—they all count. Hold your ground. Let your outline ring true.