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I've spent the better part of my life battling with the reflection I see in the mirror. I wonder if I'll ever grow out of that. Seems that should have happened by now, right? I mean, I'm thirty two years old. I have this sinking feeling that the fact that I'm still fighting what I see means that I'll always be fighting what I see. I know what's inside of me. I love what's inside of me. But my relationship with my outer shell has always been a rocky one.
Thank you for giving me this dress, Mr. Hancock. You do seem to know what I will look best in. Could you help me up, please? Come now, Mr. Hancock, you don't have to spend all day staring at me. You know how helpless we women are. I can't get up without your help. You wouldn't want me to get a run in my brand new nylons, would you?
I always wake up with a new hairstyle!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tVv98BBDdg
Hair brings one's self-image into focus....
It is vanity's proving ground.
Hair is terribly personal, a tangle of mysterious prejudices.
Shana Alexander
© All rights reserved Anna Kwa. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit written permission
Self Portrait.
When we say we look to find equality in our world, our society, how do we really go about it? Do we go to a picture of a curvy woman and say “she is absolutely stunning”, or do we say “that’s what a real body looks like”? Do we go to a picture of a skinny woman and say “she is absolutely stunning” or do we say “what a sexy body”? When we say these things, directed towards making one type of person feel confident instead of the actual person in the picture, what else are we creating?
I’m here to share with you what it’s like to be a girl who is constantly battling to gain weight, and understands what it is to feel judged every day by society for being “too small”. This starts with multimedia and how it depicts what is the most beautiful vs. the ugliest and how people, like you and myself, respond with our personal opinions. I personally see curvy women to be the most beautiful of body types, as everything about a curvy woman looks perfect in my eyes. Some people would agree, and some people would disagree - everyone is wired to see beauty in their own unique perspective. That being said, I love all women and think all women are beautiful - no matter how they look. We are compared to shapes such as the hour-glass, rectangle, triangle - it doesn’t matter what shape you have I think you are beautiful. The question is, when it comes down to us appreciating one body type, or speaking up for them, are we all fighting for equality in the views of all women’s bodies, or are we comparing to make one body look better over the other? When I hear about women who are insecure about being bigger, it breaks my heart. Like I said, in my eyes, they are perfect, and for them to see themselves any other way is hard for me to understand. Just as it would be for them to understand what it’s like to be in my shoes. But when I read the comments that are posted to boost the confidence in these women, it becomes incredibly easy to see where their insecurity comes from. Not because the comments are made to bash these women, but because they are made to bash women of the opposite stature:
Ask Men Posted: “Forget the skeletal, sickly girls who pass as fashion models these days. A true man knows that real beauty isn’t found in a size zero. A growing number of plus-size models are redefining what society considers beautiful, and the heroin addict-looking supermodels of today could soon find their jobs in jeopardy.” - Miles Harvey.
I don’t know about you, but I believe all women - whether they look as sickly as I do no matter what I do to try to gain weight, have an “average” body weight/shape, or are curvy and large, are just bigger without the curves, are boxy and anorexic looking, workout every day, never worked out a day in their lives, have tiny hips and large breasts/vise versa - all women should know that they are beautiful in the bodies that they have and should never feel the need to change for anyone but themselves. But this isn’t the case. In our fight for equality, we bash one side over the other in order to feel better about our preferences. To make our family or friends feel better about their size/lack thereof, and let them know that they are beautiful no matter what. This shouldn’t apply to one body, or two, or three. There are billions of women in this world and we are not made the same, so why should multimedia say that skinny is sexy? That being big or curvy is sexy? That any one thing is what should be depicted for the world to see because it is the “best” or “most beautiful”.
To any man or woman who has struggled with their weight/shape/appearance in any way or form, I would love to capture you and your story free of charge to help bring awareness of all issues regarding confidence and body types. *Must be in the Lower Mainland of British Columbia*
Thanks for your time - Annika Ekstrom
Oh that man, I work, and I smile, and he likes my dress. I cross my leg, and he's always peeking up my short skirt.
identity crisis
After six years of doing a 365 project I've decided to try something different for 2018. Splitting the year into weeks will give me a bit more flexibility. It keeps me attached to my camera while giving me some breathing room to take a day off here and there. We'll see how it goes. ;)
tryin' to be a smarty pants with the lighting. Actually, one of the flashguns didn't go off, so I can't claim any credit for the idea!
The New Hat, Florida 2009. © J.J. Taylor. No usage permitted without prior written consent. All Rights Reserved.
26 Jan - Pancake with maple syrup
Self image project No.2
I am terribly bad at resisting carbohydrates and chocolates.
I love pancakes with syrup, especially when it is warm and fresh... oh, such a paradise! Little treat after the dentist.
Setting up the table was easier than yesterday's hands position, but the syrup scene was not easy at the beginning. I was almost crying because I put too much syrup!
I managed it somehow, but you can see a syrup-soaked pancake here!
I am an oboist.
To be honest, I am not very keen to put this image. However "Selfimage" is an assignment from college photography course, so I need an approval here.
Here is me.
I dress up in the black dress in the concert. My oboe is Yamaha custom professional model.
I took two different selfimages today. That's it. My selfimage assignment is over.
I will use another one for my buddy icon - well it is March, so fresh mind!
she entered the room with such determination and exclaimed:
“I think today will be the day that I stop listening to that girl in the mirror!”
“what girl in the mirror?” I asked
“the one that is always pointing out my flaws.”
67/365 I've been thinking a lot about the way humans measure themselves.
I'm feeling really good about this.
I stayed up late to take my day 67 because I work at 3 and want to sleep in and be a lazy jerk.
The first time I encountered this fantastic character was a few months ago, at the Easter Day Parade on 5th Avenue. That day, she had some sparkling stars covering her nipples. And the photo I took of her that day may have been acceptable to show/share according to the "moral" standards in American media/culture.
Last week, on the most scorching day of the heatwave in NY, I saw her again. This time her breasts were fully displayed. She felt free and she made a statement with her own body. I snapped a photo of her walking by, she saw me and asked if I wanted a better picture of her. So she posed for me. And she looked interesting, natural, beautiful... Only this time the original image could not be shared or seen... Because society has grown a culture of shame on nudity, on skin exposure, on owning your own body.
From Spain, my mom always gets angry at the average American puritanical vision that caused what was called "The Nipplegate" in the infamous wardrobe malfunction that led Janet Jackson's nipple be shown accidentally on stage at the hands of Justin Timberlake on their performance together. It is indeed terrible hypocrisy to denounce something like that as obscene, while I can turn CNN on any night while having dinner and see violence worthy of a forbidden "snuff movie" on my TV. And yet, no one screams against any of that.
A woman's breast, a man's buttocks, some pubic hair showing... No matter in what context will be fought by those who claim it can traumatize or pervert children's minds. And seeing someone being shot in the head or blown up by a bomb in the Middle East won't do that, right? Sometimes I feel like screaming "Wake Up!". Children of the 21st century are way more ahead than you'd think. And if they want to see or learn about sex, there's nothing you can do to stop that. Then again, that is the whole key of the issue... How nudity, in the mind of short-minded people, can ONLY mean sex, or lust or sin... Not an art representation, not a personal freedom, just something dirty... I say... Could it be that what's really dirty is the repressed desire to do thar very same action they scream against?
Meanwhile, this woman walked the streets like that, without the forbidden signs you see now, that I include to be able to make my point without having my account shut down. If you (or anyone) would have walked around Broadway last Wednesday, you would have had to see her... No place to hide, no forbidden signs, no censorship in real life...
Broadway, Soho,
New York
July 2011
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DO NOT use or reproduce without my explicit permission. THANKS!
PS: I admit a polite debate about the issue at hand. However, any hateful or insulting comment or disrespectful to the girl in the picture, myself or any other commenter will be deleted and may cause the offender to be blocked/reported
PS 2: If you want to be faithful to this brave woman's statement and see her in all her glory like she intended, feel free to check the uncensored original photo HERE.... but you need to have your account set to be able to see restricted images.
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The more I fight the tighter it gets,
Cutting off my air and I can't breathe
Like the siren's song so innocent,
Till you're it's victim and
cannot leave (so we)
Raise a glass to poor decisions,
Broken hearts, and blurred vision
This can't last forever
Everybody's got their own story
but the ends all sound the same
staring down an empty bottle
looking for someone else to blame
who's at fault doesn't matter,
we'd still be stuck in this place
looking for another distraction
...
apparently i haven't been myself lately... i haven't really noticed, but all around me have...
so i'm thinking about starting my own personal 365 along with the dual one that i'm doing with ryan... i'm having a blast with ours, and think with so many changes ahead for myself, i could follow in a different light as well.
but i know one thing that is true, hasn't changed, my curves, my body... at least one thing is staying constant.
Taken and edited on an iPhone 4
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxYsi5Y-xOQ
Compassion withheld, Judgment delivered, Blame received, Hope denied, Addiction to cope, Shame as result, Justified rebellion, Scorn of the child . . . Look in his eyes, Have mercy for one, Forgiveness released, Surrendered demands, Accept the history, Cycle broken, Compassion for self, Grace envelops, Embrace the story, Renewed sense of life, Never alone, Higher provision, It has all been seen, Living allegory, Proof of my need, Focus on One.
Amacın yalnızlığını gidermek değil, paylaşmak olmalı. Çünkü orada, yalnızlığında, sadece senin dokunabileceğin, sadece sana ait bir yer var. Kocaman sahipsiz evrenin sayısız sahipsiz köşelerine inat, sadece senin olan. Kokusu, sesi senin. Kendi karanlığından orman yapmayı bilmeyenler senin içindeki yeşili isteyecekler. Kendi karanlığını çözemeyenler senin ışığını kendilerine hak görecekler. Gitme… Verme… Sen de başkasının ışığını isteme. Hâlâ anlamadın mı? Yalnızlık, harcayabileceğin bir maddiyat, tüketebileceğin bir ölüm değil. Senin şimdi yalnızlık dediğin, senin henüz evcilleşmemiş, derin, sonsuz sesin. Duyuyor musun?
(c) mehmet nevzat erdoÄźan
Rembrandt van Rijn had a particular light and tone in his wonderful portraits and paintings. Dark backgrounds and warm coloured subjects.
Well, Rembrandt's paintings were never dark, they were plastered with crude varnish by well meaning conservationist, however that is how we see them now.
He had a paint-colour named after him, Rembrandt red= orangey red.
Paul and I were experimenting once more with different lightsettings in the studio, still fascinated after all those years at what light can do, how it is the most important in photography ( well, equal to the often 'neglected' EMOTION'? LOL).
We love challenges, I was dressed in black and chose a black bg.
Although I'm not photogenic and don't often go for selfimages, this one, ALA REMBRANDT... well, in those days they preferred a bit more curvaceous ladies, so, fitting? HEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
I am a very smiley person normally but not in portraits and NOT with longer exposures, where the smile becomes too often like a grimace.
Silver umbrella on Goddard light, just using the modeling light.
No filters.
May your day be a good one,
Thank you, Magda (*_*)
I was contacted by Joni Steele Kimberlin, Producer, Director, Writer and the maker of this film/documentary,
Get Real! Wise Women Speak,
Like many of you, I’ve been mostly at home sitting out the pandemic and not doing much photography. As a substitute, I decided to do this series using “appropriated” photographs, meaning I didn’t take any of the pictures in this series, instead serving as a photo editor. I call the series “LA Interiors” because all of the photos were found in online real estate listings for properties in the Los Angeles area.
I've been having a fantastic time here, but my body has been having a rough week. I need to sleep more and I need to stop being so hard on myself.
Thus, spontaneous selfie therapy time. I took this about three hours ago and wanted to upload it right away, 365 style. For the first time ever, I almost missed my 365 today. I've been nursing a pregnant craving for normalcy. I miss having a reason to purposefully scrutinize my skills, my face, my body -- and through all that -- learn to appreciate me.