exposed.There isn't much I have to say about this shot.

Or maybe it is actually that there is so much to say about it that I don't know where to start...

or end.

One thing that strikes me?

I am surprised that this part of my body and the way it looks has taken up as much room and time in my thoughts as it has.

There has always been so much else going on and so many far more interesting and important things to think about.

Another thing?

When I look at this picture of my belly - I am NOT:

-embarrassed

-horrified

-depressed

-concerned

-repelled

Granted I am not going to run out and stock up on tummy revealing outfits and display my abdomen in social settings and on errands.

Not my style (except in the middle of a run on a hot day but THAT doesn't count) but I'm also not going to worry about it either.

That I only had to be 41 to get to this point.

Wonder what 42 will bring?

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She painted herself again and again, because she was the object she knew best. Will I know myself at the end of 365 days? Will I learn to accept and perhaps even celebrate my unibrow?

For threesixtyfive and FGR challenge "Blanco y Negro"

April 15, 2020 #BIRTHDAY RECOLLECTIONS.

PHOTO 1 (UPPER LEFT HAND CORNER): This is Joyce, my #biological #birthMother. She gave birth to me on this day, April 15, so long ago.

My Mom said Joyce’s decision to let her and my Dad #adopt me was the greatest #gift anyone ever gave her. Joyce trusted my Mom and Dad to give me a good #life, which they did.

I’m glad my parents were always honest with me about the fact I was adopted, I knew from an early age. Joyce passed away in the early 90s, and I never got the chance to meet her. And I don’t know who my biological #Father was. I wish I did and at some point I am going to take further steps to try and find out.

But again, I just wanted to thank Joyce for giving me life. I love you. And I know a part of your soul has always been with me and I thank you for watching over me all these years.

This photo was originally posted on Instagram.

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PHOTOS 2-5 (UPPER RIGHT HAND CORNER): I was a tiny #baby! And my adopted Dad, the only Dad I’ve ever known, he was Joyce’s doctor and as such, he was the doctor in charge of my delivery. Which I always thought was so cool. Not many can say that. I wish he was here today so I could thank him for it. I miss him everyday. I love him.

I was born Steven Robert Han Lee, and I forget why (I’ll have to ask my Mom why). Anyway, my adopted Dad was Korean. He came to Canada in 1952. Some of his family, including his parents were stuck in what became the North. He wouldn’t be able to contact his family in the North until the 1980s. I can’t imagine going thirty years without talking to my folks and unfortunately he never got to talk to them again, but he did reconnect with his siblings who were in the North. But when they wrote him - it was always addressed “Hanju Lee,” not “Han Choo Lee.” Apparently when he came to Canada, immigration services screwed up his name and recorded it as “Han Choo,” not “Hanju.” Many who know me today, know that I go by Steven Hanju Lee. I changed it legally as a teenager to get rid of Robert, which from what I recall, had no deep meaning in terms of say, representing some kind of a personal family history, and I chose to use Hanju as my only middle name as a way to honour my Dad’s birth name, that his parents gave him.

These photos were originally posted on Instagram.

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PHOTOS 6-12 (LOWER LEFT HAND CORNER): April 15, 2020: An assortment of photos of baby me. The fifth photo is of me with my adopted parents, from birth - my parents, the only parents I’ve ever known: Hanju and Beverly Jean Lee.

It’s been 1 day since my last emotional breakdown.

And this #photo is a part of my subverted selfie project of 2020, photo 106/366, originally posted on Instagram.

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PHOTO 13 (LEFT SIDE, LOWER RIGHT HAND CORNER): It’s my #birthday and I should feel on top of the world but don’t. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had a lot of great moments and breakthroughs lately. But I still feel like I let others down, maybe even creep them out. I dunno.

I know I’m not a creep. I know I have so many amazing people in my life that care deeply for me. I know I’d never hurt another soul intentionally. I’ve let people down, but I wouldn’t ever look to cut another person down. I have love and reverence for all people, I always have. What I haven’t had was self-love. In fact I had years of self-loathing. There were times I couldn’t stand the skin I was born in. It’s why I’ve had suicidal ideation in the past and have attempted it in the past, and came close to wanting to try again this year. I even found Tuesday morning on my browser that I’d googled it the night before. I don’t remember doing it. But I want people to know and trust from the bottom of my heart that while I’ve had a history of difficulty loving me, I’d never hurt someone else. I could never harm someone else. It’s not who I am. If I ever had to, I’d never have a second thought about laying down my life to save others.

I want everyone to know this.

I’ve been talking to people about things in the past where I’ve let them down, as part of my healing. I’m slowly getting around to many people. I’ve had some amazing conversations with many already and those have been wonderful.

On another hand I have a history of spoiling my friends. And I’m learning more that none of that matters. A heartfelt homemade painting given as a gift resonates more because of the passion I put into it than say giving a camera or even a stuffed toy to someone I care for. In some of my past relationships I’d buy them half a hallmark store to try and to express my love but it didn’t result in love staying because I was filled with doubt and fear. The gifts I have were karmically tainted because of my sense of unworthiness. This is what I’m struggling to resolve by shifting my reality - that I know I’m a good man, a strong man, someone with lots to give the world. I’m tired of being afraid of rejection. I’m tired of rejection. I’m tired of feeling lost and alone.

This photo was originally posted on Instagram.

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PHOTO 14 (RIGHT SIDE, LOWER RIGHT HAND CORNER): There’s a deeper problem I’ve kept hidden, for two months now. For years now. I was so sick in January, with bronchitis and high fever. It took almost two months to get over. I thought I was over it at one point but it came back and knocked me down again. Overall my teachers were all great and were very accommodating to help me succeed. All but one.

I’ve had trouble in the past with this one, we just don’t always communicate well I guess. My education over the last decade has been up and down. I know at times it likely seemed I didn’t give it my all. After my ex left me, I ended up bombing out altogether and I know I let teachers who cared about me down.

Since I returned though, it’s been largely positive. With the odd exception I’ve gotten grades in the A range, between A- and A+. Up until the reading break, in spite of my bronchitis I was getting similar grades again, on track to getting through a full course load.

But as I’ve documented here, in addition to my bronchitis the depression has loomed over me. And in one class, I ended up being late with one important assignment. It was when the fever came back. I thought well, the teacher docks a certain percent per day so I thought I’ll take the hit and hand it in late as long as I got better. But then I didn’t get better. And two became three days, three became five, and then after seven days the assignment is worth nothing. It’s what has happened before with the same teacher and I know this teacher hates excuses and I retreated. I ignored them. But I saw my doctor for the physical and bloodwork, the first since 2017... and I even got a note just for that one assignment. And I reached out to them. I laid my case bare with honesty which is all I knew to do.

And I was rejected. I was told it was inappropriate to have told them what I had been going through. They were referring me to Kwantlen’s early alert. They were cancelling a meeting cause they felt unsafe and I was not to contact them until I spoke with counselling. This was something they did before years ago. And at that time counselling got back to me within like 48 hours. I actually genuinely like and respect this teacher, and wanted to do well. I got “A” range grades on the first three or four assignments for them. I feel like I’ve just let them down again.

Anyway, I didn’t hear from counseling. I went to the class, but sat at the back And kept mostly quiet Although I answered a few questions during class discussion, and the teacher acknowledge me whenever I raised my hand, letting me talk. But I was absolutely terrified.

Another week went by, and I had still heard nothing from the university about the situation. I actually wondered if she had even sent anything to the early alert. So, as I was finishing the homework for the next class, I received an email from the professor. In the email, the sharply told me that they were failing me in the class, As they had not received the outstanding assignment (even though I had attached what I had completed in my email to them the week before, along with several doctors notes: the ones I received from the walk-in clinic in January when I was originally very sick; and a new one from my primary care physician, written directly for them and asking that they grant me allowance). In their email, they said the decision had been made in consultation with the Dean, and the Office for Student Support. It’s funny, because after I got her first email the week before, I had thought about approaching the Dean, but didn’t. I decided to wait for counselling to contact me about the situation, as I didn’t want to be seen as going over their head. They finished their email by also saying I was to not contact them again about this situation, as that would be viewed as a violation of Kwantlen’s Student Code of Conduct. They then unfriended me and blocked me on social media, including Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter.

So this latest run-in with this teacher just brought back a flood of insecurity, doubt and depression. I stopped going to my other classes, and I slept a lot. At one point I even ended up on the phone with the suicide hotline, which I’ve spoken to before on my feed, also sharing about the attempt during a Kwantlen speaker’s series. I also got into Kwantlen counselling, who I called immediately the same afternoon I got the professor’s email. I was heartbroken and in tears when I finally went to counseling for an assessment, the same week I spoke.

And sadly, I can’t take these classes with anyone else as this professor is the only person teaching the upper level courses I need. But what upset and disturbed me the most was how the professor said that they were afraid of me. That sentence was like a knife to the gut, tearing it open like a Japanese warrior would tear themselves apart during Seppuku, a ritualized suicide by disembowelment. I remember telling all of this to my aesthetician, and when I mentioned they were scared of me, she exclaimed, “What?! You’re the biggest teddy bear I know!”

So I let March and April slip away. I did start on the final project for this class. I should have reached out to the Dean, but I really hate confrontation. Which has made me feel spineless, and asking myself when I became so weak… I’ve just never been good at confrontation, I fucking hate it. What’s worse is that it’s mainly rooted in the fact I’ve never been good at standing up for me. If I can’t get this class, I can’t even graduate. Which pains me, because if I had been able to get this class done, I’d be on track to graduate in spring 2021 (COVID concerns aside). But now, all that’s in limbo.

Counselling said I should appeal to the Dean. Everyone I’ve discussed this with has said I should fight it. But I haven’t. I build up resolve, and then crumble. I build up courage, and then crumble. In fact, today is likely the very last possible day to appeal to the Dean… having said that, I have been able to reach out to some of my other teachers, one of whom has already given me an incomplete contract, to finish outstanding work over the next month or so. Getting that did boost my confidence.

But still, I’m paralyzed when it comes to approaching the Dean. School is supposed to leave you feeling inspired, and ready to take on the world. It’s not supposed to leave you feeling broken, stupid, and suicidal. It’s not supposed to make you hate yourself even more than you did before you started. It’s not supposed to make you feel like you’ll never succeed if you don’t get that piece of paper that says Bachelor of Fine Arts. What’s worse is how this has just in general, clamped down hard on my desire to create new work. I’m devastated, and so angry at myself for not having handled any of this better. I even lied to my counsellor about having already approached the dean. And I felt so guilty doing that, and I ended up skipping a session because I was so embarrassed.

I sadly see no positive outcome for any of this. And that breaks my heart.

This photo was originally posted on Instagram.

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Suzanne writes: "I love this picture of myself at 37 weeks pregnant. I didn't feel beautiful at 37 weeks but my husband was able to capture a little of what he saw in me with this picture. It is my favorite photo as a preggo."

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“You are the only you God made... God made you and broke the mold.”

-Max Lucado, Cure for the Common Life: Living in Your Sweet Spot

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I know that self portrait projects are supposed to about self acceptance but so far the thing that stands out most to me is how much I hate my hair short and dark!

H*E*L*P .... anyone have a good hairdresser?

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Wanted to take photos of myself without the slightest bit of makeup. Started shooting, and had faces of indifference. Eventually, I apparently found it amusing.

I am my own best friend today.

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My teenage years were one of a kind. You can’t make this s…t up. Some things were mentioned before, and some will never even leave the walls of my family's knowledge. I never had any tattoos or piercings, and I'm sure to the outside world, I looked like an average teenager. But I was not. I kept a diary throughout high school until my mom found it. Then I threw it out on (every notebook) on the way to the train station. Music was my refuge. When I put headphones on, the entire world disappeared, and I created the reality where I wanted to be. But anyway, I loved that exhibit! So inspiring! My heart always goes out to kids & teenagers who go through hard times, whatever they might be. I guess a part of me is a bit jealous of kids & teenagers who had almost flawless years of growing up. I hope they know how lucky they are. I wish I were one of them, just doing school work and playing sports and no other worries in the world. One of my coworkers (and I can say now my friend) she’s 25 and had a difficult time growing up. She wears dark colors and has tattoos and piercings. But she’s also brilliant and well-spoken. She spent her teenage years going through some hell & reading books. I keep pushing her to get MA and leave hard years behind to start fresh. She told me she never had a real plan because she planned to commit suicide before the age of 25. … I find its interesting how as kids and young adults, we find an outlet in different inspirations. For me, that was music… and short stories & poetry that I started to write at age 11 when I was sad or felt lonely.

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I was not surprised to find that two of my sisters were chatting about seeing my underwear on the web (photos from the weekend of March 30th) . One wrote to her blog that she does not like to write about her lifes problems on the web or share photos on the web as they are 'personal' and she wants to keep them that way. Then, I spoke with another sis (that spends quite a bit of time with the one that blogs) and she was surprised that I put the photos on the web too, she was 'uncomfortable' with the fact that I posted these photos.

I am going on a limb and guessing they did not read the descriptions, the "why" as I put it with the photos and in more specifically my blog post on the matter. I think if they have a discomfort with this it does not actually reflect on me, but on their own discomfort with body image. I did not pose nude (but too... I believe that many people do that very tastefully too... so I really have no problem with nudity, if done with class and taste), I believe these photos of mine have been very tastefully done - and I do not appologize to ANYONE for doing photography, doing the 365 day project and the self-discovery and enhancement of self-appreciation that these photos of me in my undergarments provides for me. I think I'll remind the more prudish persons out there that in all of these photos you see LESS flesh than on many people at pools and beaches in many acceptable bathing suits.

I guess too, if you don't care for seeing such photos.... well, just click the X in the upper right of your screen!

For those that are more appreciative, and supportive and help with the body image issues I've had by sending along encouragement and positive feedback... thank you very very much. Others of you that have ventured on to some more 'daring' photos absolutely know what it is like, it helps you put your own body and looks into perspective.

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“It’s just so *me*, isn’t it?” I said, smiling at the slightly surprised expressions around me. This space, this dance studio, feels like home for many—a place of rhythm and release—but today, maybe it felt a little bit special even for those who have been here a long time!

See this outfit? It's playful, bold, a touch of sweetness in the world: a black skirt with layers of ruffled tiers that fall from front to back, accentuating shape. The black is perfect against my skin, and accented by a beautiful undertone of deep shadow.

It all started wanting to find something beyond clothes for me. Something playful, feminine. My dance life has always been about freedom—moving without constraint, expressing the music inside. Why should what I wear hold me back? Some days you feel like a flowing fabric, other times a layered delight! It’s freeing to just go for it.

And you know what's amazing? The support from everyone here. Students are wonderful! They encourage each other and bring their best selves every class. To be able to share this space with people who appreciate the joy of expression…it’s a feeling that never gets old.”

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…the purpose of a rose is to be a rose. Your purpose is to be yourself. You don’t have to run anywhere to become someone else. - Thich Nhat Hanh

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I'm going to be talking about my life as a "plush" Av in SL at a seminar Saturday, July 19th @ Noon. Location: The Avatar Identity Research Center: AVid gardens, Clothing (190, 51, 37)

Here's the text of the official announcement:

Second Life provides us with a great deal of freedom in constructing our avatar bodies. We can choose to be greenskinned or furry or steampunk mecha-mice. Despite this freedom, there is a lot of conformity in how most residents construct their avatars. One of the dimensions of conformity has to do with avatar body size--most of us construct avatars with little body fat, either muscular or thin. Why is this so? How does it impact our senses of self? What is it like to live in a plush avatar body--how do others react, and how does the grid support or limit fat acceptance? The next seminar at the Avatar Identity Research Center will explore these questions. The session will be held on Saturday, 19 July, at the AIRC from noon to 1:30 SLT. Presenting will be special guest Jubilant Quackenbush, and AIRC director Rivka Rau.

"I’ve begun to accept myself. I love my white skin, I love my hair and fashion has really been part of that journey of acceptance. I’m finding my way, finding my style and whatever anyone thinks I’m enjoying myself. Everything I wear now, I wear because I absolutely love it. I think I look good in it. I feel confident and I’m having fun. The fact I have white skin and red hair is my thing." N. Roberts

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The next spread of my project: "100 reasons why I'm worth €13.95,-", which I have grossly neglected since I started it back in June. Shame on me.

I've been having a lot of issues with my body image lately. I've been thinking that my body wasn't good enough, that I could never be viewed by anyone as sexy or beautiful. This is why I've taken these pictures. I'm trying to do whatever I can to heal my self esteem.

I really love this picture. It makes me feel like a real live girl!

Please don't leave any unnecessary comments on my photo... This picture is about my self acceptance, not someone else's perverted enjoyment.

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I'm so happy I managed to catch Wendy curtsying in this pic. This was after the "Plumping the Avatar" seminar. The Curtsy was because I had just thanked Wendy for the "velcro to avoid crashes" she gave me. Thank God I crashed just AFTER the seminar. Meeting Wendy face to face was one of the highlights of the experience for me :)

fyi it was a seminar about AV assumptions and the challenges of having an AV outside the "norm" in SL, particularly focused on chubby or fat AVs.

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this project definitely has me thinking about body/self-image.

i'm a woman. we deal with this question on a very deep, almost self-defining level most of our lives: am i beautiful? if no one is telling us we are, sometimes we do not believe it. sometimes even when people are telling us we are, we still don't believe it. our point of view on this matter can be very skewed to what one person did or didn't say. often the images we allow into our lives also begin to be used in comparison against ourselves. role models become idols that we want so much to be like that we forget how to be ourselves. i think a lot of women agree, this is a hard thing to shut down; it feels like an uncontrollable part of our brain at times.

i've been through a lot of stages with this. i think the hardest times were when i could not see past that one part or another of my body, my face, my hair that i didn't like. every way that things did not look exactly how i thought they should made self-acceptance impossible. at times, especially as a teen, this overriding sense of imperfection meant i couldn't recognize who i was in the mirror. and it's not just about weight. it occured when i was both too skinny and at a different time when i was heavier than i could stand. it happened when i was a teenager and again later when i was in my twenties. it doesn't matter where you are in life. if you are constantly noticing the small defects that you don't like and pointing them out to yourself, there's a level of self-acceptance that is hard to achieve. when those defects become more important to you than your assets, even the people chanting their love for your beauty or personality won't mean a thing.

eating disorders of all kinds are based on a disjointed sense of the reality of your body. you can't love yourself with what you eat because you don't care about what is happening in your body. you'd rather forget it, or harm it, and that's why it seems like an o.k. idea to starve yourself or binge and purge or over-exercise. you can't feel good in your body if you are not loving it with the way you eat.

as i've grown up into an adult and to a more stable place in my self-image, my perception on this has become more simple. i am woman. i am an image bearer of God. that means God created me with the Imago Dei (image of God) and my beauty, my body, my self, was made to be exactly the way it is. if i don't love the way i am and nourish the body as it has needs, i will consistently feel incomplete and unhappy with my appearance. i've found that, perhaps especially for women, unhappiness with appearance can correlate with unhappiness overall. and i'm not saying we should base our joy on our happiness with our appearance, but i am saying that it's important to take note of that within yourself and do something about it. love yourself by nourishing, tending to, and appreciating exactly what you are.

you don't have to deny the fact that you want to feel beautiful. everyone does. that's not vanity, exactly. i think it's a part of the joy of experiencing life to feel beautiful and appreciated for the way you are, and usually that comes along with a healthy appearance and personal style. it's part of grace; we get to see each other and love that seeing. we can even love seeing ourselves, although of course we ought to be cautious there too because vanity is also a disjointed self-image problem. but i do believe it's ok, perhaps especially in the bond of marriage, to see yourself as beautiful in another's eyes and to accept that for yourself. beautiful women who are loved by good men often appear even more beautiful - why? because they have been loved deeply and see themselves as loved. it's that glow. when we know God's love, there can be a yet deeper understanding of our belovedness that can make our hearts softer. we can appreciate and sense our body's beauty; the house of the beloved soul.

the other day in a meeting at work, i noticed that one of the women there - in her fifties - had caught sight of her image reflecting in one of the windows across from where she was sitting. every time she spoke, she watched herself instead of looking at us. it was clear that she was interested in what she saw. she liked herself. she fixed her hair and looked into her own eyes. lovely. and she is a beautiful woman, not exactly because of some cookie cutter image or weight or symmetrical face. just because she is clearly loved in her life and has come to love herself just as she is. that's beauty.

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"Just the Way you Are"

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I can be someone's and still be my own. - Shel Silverstein

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Lludmila (marfita) and I before the seminar started. We've both worked on getting our AVs as cute as possible and I think we've both succeeded! The seminar went very well indeed, I think. I've been told it will be blogged about. Check back for updates xD

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Allowing ourselves to be silly and vulnerable in our willingness to look goofy or strange frees us from the confines of self criticism and perfectionism that hold us back from experiencing life to its fullest. Let's all try to be a little more weird and quirky and silly and strange and authentic in the persona we show the world. Let's all be the most ourselves that we can be. If we stop spending mental energy comparing ourselves to others, feeling jealous or regretful, imagine the amount of time we could save and use to create something awesome.

I have been doing a lot of self reflection lately as I struggle with turning 30 and being a freelance photographer. I have been reflecting on who I am, what I am passionate about, what I love, what I want to say and do and who I want to impact and inspire. As part of my process I have been creating self portraits using precious object that I have collected over the years that all speak to me in a really special way. They are my box of treasures that inspire me to create. This clown nose is one of those objects. It was given to me by Patch Adams who I know as a child because my dad help work on the free clinic that Patch was creating. When I graduated from high school Patch sent me one of his books and this clown nose that is hand made by the same person who makes the noses that Patch wears. I have had to change the elastic a few times but it is thriving.

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Why change? Everyone has his own style. When you have found it, you should stick to it. - Audrey Hepburn

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