When I look in the mirror, I do not see myself staring back at me is a shell a large shell with scars and stretch marks a shell that is indestructible while it protects me, it is the source of my agony never perfect, always changing every year my shell expands pushing the limits my skin holds fresh red lines roam my stomach and arms the marks of pregnancy now cover my body I am a child I am not supposed to look like this my shell and I she is my enemy and my friend push and pull like waves in the ocean one day I hate her, the next she’s not that bad all I know is that I can hide the contents of which I have no clue but it aches to come forth beyond the walls of its imperfect shell to a world where it can be free
Artist Statement This piece is a representation of the many thoughts that run through my head. I’m not going to lie to you and say that I’m body positive when it comes to my own body image. I get so down on myself. I feel guilty because I know size and stretch marks don’t matter, but it’s hard to get these deeply rooted fat phobic thoughts out of my head. Society and social media has taught us from a young age that we have to look a “certain way,” a way that is impossible. The thing I want you to take away from this piece is that you are not alone. It’s a long journey towards true self love, but it’s a journey we all have to take. No matter how down you feel sometimes, there’s someone out there who’s sitting in that deep dark tunnel with you. You are not alone. You are beautiful. We got this.