Body
Image Description: A person with curly hair stands indoors under dim lighting, facing a reflective surface. Their face is blurred and covered in colorful, diffused light patterns in shades of purple, green, yellow, and white. They are wearing a sleeveless top and a sheer, embroidered fabric draped over one shoulder. The background is softly lit with muted tones.
Okay, the human body in all society is supposed to determine so much. Like, the way we're born and how it looks is apparently supposed to determine so much about how we exist in this world. Even though The human body is not static, it's dynamic, it's changeable, it's mutable. Like, from babies, we grow up into these bigger things. We are constantly changing, evolving, and learning about ourselves. And like, human bodies are meant to change. And it's so odd that these things that are so clearly supposed to change are treated as such static things, especially since stuff like tattooing, hormones, Even makeup, there's so many ways we can help change our body and help figure out how we should change it. Because it's meant to change. But there's always this contradiction. Because... There's always like this predetermined thing based off these ordinary traits that we are born with in our body. Body that we are suspected to do. there's also us and there's this contradiction between how the world sees us and how the world and how we want to exist in this world and there's so much noise telling me I should follow what the world sees me as that I should be that version of me and just so much annoying saying that the way I exist is wrong and won't make me happy. Yeah, but every time I follow those contradictions from doing makeup to drag to hormones, so many ways I've I went head first into these decisions and embraced this part of me that, part of me inside that accepted the validity of my being. Part of me that I was always told that shouldn't exist, shouldn't exist. and wouldn't help me in the future. And I followed them. And despite everything everyone has ever told me, I was happy in the end. And this photo is supposed to show how happy I am for going against... what they told me, to embracing the contradictions. Because even though some people find me scary, they don't understand what I do and think I'm ugly. Ugly, they just don't realize that I'm beautiful. Like, look at me in this photo. Oh, I'm happy. My body, it feels, looks beautiful, even though so many people have told me that, solely because I'm not, told me that my body is wrong, and I'm just surrounded by this light and color, and there's just so much joy, and like the way, I am being a contradiction.