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Famous (naked) graphic ("generic") version #5.
I guess this is "final" idea I could come with - just removing all the naked body features on the drawing. Just details of face, hands and feet. Nothing else. Are they naked? Are they clothed? If they are clothed, I would guess: in spandex LOL...
I hope that NOW is it really SAFE according to Flickr rules.
I'm not proud to say that I relapsed last night. I didn't even realize it was happening until it was over and I feel disgusting because of it. But I know that this doesn't mean that I am a failure. I know that I need to pick myself back up. So this morning I decided to do some new portraits and took a few body shots (on the clean side) as well. These are something I have never done, but I'm pretty happy with how they came out and will be experimenting with them more.
I will be okay.
Remember the issue of Newsweek with that title? There was a teenage girl on the cover looking at her reflection and prodding her flesh, the implication that American women can't see their own bodies in the mirror.....and as hard as I stared - too fat? too thin? - I couldn't tell which she was.
....It's even worse with my own body.
I've been losing weight lately, and not in the good way. Stress, unhappiness, money. Stress kills me. I can't eat. It's pathetic to try to eat a few slices of toast and not be able to stomach one bite. Depression makes me so unmovitated I can't move (ie it's 3:30 am, and I have class in 4 hours. I'm still waiting to start my homework, and can't even compel myself to bed). And then given my financial situation I literally have no income, so I'm not exactly buying myself groceries. Bad all around.
My wasp-waist seems to be slowly disappearing, while cushioning falls away from my hips and boobs, making me susceptible to painful accidents involving doorknobs.
My butt is still my butt, but my pants are falling off at the hips - I look for my stomache, and see straight down my pants to the floor. I have to belt them in a few sizes, which means chunky denim folds - pretty uncomfortable....but I don't want to buy new clothes, as I anticipate gaining my fluff back when life is simpler.
Still? Every time I notice the 10 pounds or so of empty air spinning around me, a well-trained foolish part of me rejoices. I don't think I'm healthy right now, but every time someone comments on the weight I've lost, my brain fires off a little happy dance somewhere deep inside, even as I explain that it's not healthy for me.
Andrea represents our high-fashion natural body image partner, As|UR, with elegance and natural beauty so unique to her, this set is a true delight.
My back is one of the most noticeable places my fat comes and goes as my weight fluctuates.
When I was dieting, the smoother my back was, the more accomplished I felt. The smoother my back, the more worthy I was.
I’m sorry, back fat, for ever being ashamed and afraid of you. I’m sorry for not taking more pictures of you.
I promise to do better. <3
Part of a series I am doing.
I am doing this series partly because we are def. a beauty obsessed culture & also because I am not happy with my own appearance. I need to fix that, & it's something I am working on, but it's extremely hard. None of my self-portraits look like me, & there is a reason for that. I stopped feeling good about the way I look a long time ago. Applying for jobs in my field & getting turned down due to my age isn't exactly helping, but hopefully, I can get there.
I don't say this for anyone to tell me I am beautiful, because A) you don't REALLY know what I look like
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B) It's more important that I think I am beautiful.
Old School Cut & Paste (Scissors & Glue) Collage created for the weekly themed blog The Kollage Kit.
This week's theme: BODY IMAGE
Background of USA map made of fabric squares from an issue of Art Direction magazine, circa 1969. Lovely 'Amber' from "Two Models" 1930, oil on canvas by William M. Paxton (1869-1941). I used a piece from my book entitled "Swatches" to modestly cover the poor confused girl!
This young woman is in her mid-20s. Her Baby Angel tattoo might have been a street name given to her by her pimp who, in return, made her tattoo it as a sign of being literally his human property. In such case, tattoos are branding for modern day slaves.
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I had an assignment to emulate one of my favorite photographers, Lauren Greenfield. I chose to focus on the image that inspired her book "Girl Culture" : artscenecal.com/ArtistsFiles/GreenfieldL/GreenfieldLFile/...
I wanted to tie in the focus on eating disorders and body image, that shows up in both "Girl Culture" and "Thin" so I put this twist on the image. Really I did this last second. I had wanted to do something way better but I ran out of time. What do you guys think? Do you think it reflects her style at all?
Oh and I do realize this is very similar to my "Distorted Reflections" image. and the image was not manipulated in any way other than levels, crop and color balance.
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Drunk Homeless man/ Los Angeles 1986 photo by Gilbert Mercier. Photograph published in Here You Are on 9/25/2017 to illustrate a short story by Michael Lorenzo Porter "Waking Up Dead: How to Survive the Weekday Hangover"
Love yourself; if you don't think you're worthy, how do you expect anyone else to?
If you don't like what you see, change it; otherwise, quit yer bitchin' and accept who you are.
Molly, day 85.
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When I was pregnant, I would spontaneously burst into giggles and announce "There's a little person in my tummy!" Despite billions of female creatures having been pregnant before I was, and really, it doesn't require brains to get pregnant -- it still blew my mind.
Now, I spontaneously burst into giggles and tell Perla, "You used to live in my tummy!" She smiles and nods, as if to say, "Well, of course."
(In contrast, the other day when I told her that birds eat bugs, she was appalled. She said "Eww!" and shook her head no.)
I mentioned in the previous image that I'm going to continue to complete this 52 week project but I'm not going to try to do copycats for each day.
I much prefer to create my own concepts and images :3
I feel that the media can be very poisonous. I was looking through this old Allure magazine that I found and I swear ever photo is a beautiful skinny girl who's utter perfection. Dare I look in the mirror after reading page after page of beautiful women.
I love reading magazines and media as much as the next person but I really feel like the media can be complete crap.
I was inspired to create this photo. It's basically my view of the media. I love reading it, but it can be very poisonous and harmful...
I feel like people have this warped sense of what beautiful is supposed to look like, and it's impossible to attain.
I have this problem.
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Preconcieved notions; I'm so sick of people thinking they know who I am. I assure you, they don't. I've sold my soul to very, very few people in this world. They're the only ones who know everything about me (or almost) and therefore, one would assume, the only ones with the right to judge. And yet, there are hundreds of people, people you pass in the street every day, people you work with and casually recognise, and even people who know you as friends, who think they know who you are. They think they understand you, have the right to make decisions for you, can tell you how you're feeling, but they're wrong. I'm sick of being 'that girl'. I'm sick of being someone with a legacy, the girl who___, the one who always ___, isn't she the one who ____? How do you know me? You don't.
Someone told me that they think I'm much more confident than I seem. Than I seem? Do you think I'm not confident? I guess that yeah, in reality, I do tend to act quite coy, and I'm occasionally afraid, but I'll talk to anyone who I believe wants to talk to me, I like being close to people and I like speaking out, I'm not afraid to be wrong. Body image wise, I'm not, nor will I ever be, perfect, and yet I can live with who I am. It doesn't make me unhappy, because there are people around me who accept me for who I am.
At a party, thursday night, a girl I've never properly spoke to stood with me, and she chatted to me. 'I've never been kissed properly', she told me. 'I've just been called frigid, and it hurt.' I know that I barely knew her, but this hit me. "Frigid; without warmth or feeling." How dare they judge this girl? Assume she didn't want to be kissed, or wasn't willing to, or wasn't necessarily any good at it, when they'd never given her ample chance? Unless they'd tried to kiss her (which they hadn't) how could they say such a thing? This girl is beautiful; petite and sweet, friendly and charming, and this guy had ruined her night because he'd judged her. I told her he wasn't worth bothering over, that she'd be the one who'd end up with the happy, trusting relationship and she'd be the one who ended up happy, but I knew how she felt. I've been there. I've been called it to, and to what purpose? The guys that called me it weren't ever worth crying over, they called me allsorts and generally tried to make me unhappy. But not one of them had ever tried being close to me, and yet they thought they had the right to come to such assumptions. I'm not. It's such a hideous belief. I hope karma gets people like them, since they deserve it.
/rant over. It's just so unnessecary.
Today, I was supposed to revise. Instead, I biked a few villages away and sat on a park bench eating ice cream and reading a magazine. Later, I met Ed and we wandered round the local villages taking pictures.
Sorry. I created a tumblr, if you value my sanity you'll follow me, please? :)
My flickr contact, mrwaterslide, has just posted a childhood picture of his friend Becky, from her ballet lessons. So it's inspired me to post this one of myself, which I'd had out already, intending to scan someday.
From age 5 to 6 I took ballet lessons, funnily enough, with a friend named "Becky". Well, I wanted nothing more in my life than to become a ballerina. But, at the end of the year, I was not signed up again. I was crushed. Why? My Mother told me that I only had to try piano lessons for a year. Then I could quit and go back to ballet. Well, I tried to quit, and then I persistently tried again.. I never practiced, and I resented the piano lessons for a long, long time. I wish my Mother had only told me that she couldn't afford the ballet lessons, which was really the heart of the matter. I could have understood, then.
I think things turned out well, though. I've made a comment on mrwaterslide's post regarding appearances, and I have to say that every dancer I know has a unique frame and shape, and too often the professionals end up with eating disorders from all the scrutiny.
So, I am glad I'm not a ballet dancer, after all. Mainly because I don't want to walk like one.. Did you ever see it? They walk like ducks! ;-)
And that's just me, being cheeky... I'll be the first to point out some very obvious flaws in myself, any day!
I'm so tired of body image. Everyone has such a skewed perception of their own body and I'm starting to realize it.
It's so unhealthy.
Looking in the mirror and picking yourself apart for every little "flaw". It sucks and it hurts and it's so hard.
It's hard to get out of your own head and just love yourself.
I don't.
I've struggled with my body image for years. I went from being way too skinny in high school to gaining a "normal" weight and now feeling too big. I am constantly griped on for commenting on my own weight and saying that I feel fat, but don't we all kind of do that? We all envy some other body, even if we don't say it aloud.
I'm tired of it.
I just want to feel comfortable with myself.
I need to make that happen.
I know this one is a little bit obvious for this exhibtion but as you will see in my comment below I needed to do it as part of my personal recovery...
I have been so touched by the comments I have received from flickr people over the last couple of days.
My hope was that by telling my story it would help others to understand the illness a little or for those who are suffering/have suffered to not feel so alone.
From what I have heard from you it's working!
I am hoping to have some kind of online space for comments about the exhibition. When I've got something sorted I will let you know. Please do contact me if you'd be willing to let me add any of your comments, responses and thoughts to an exhibition logbook type thing - whether that's online or in print.
Many thanks to you all...
Experiments for an exhibition about a journey to recovery from anorexia.
I am working on 6 images of "illness" and 6 images of "recovery".
This exhibition is a big challenge for me but it is something I really want to do. So, I guess the first step is to post a few of my "works in progress" on flickr.
The exibition will be on show from 6th February in Brindley Place in Birmingham. Details to follow...