photo series that altogether highlights my “imperfections”
- red, sensitive, easily inflamed skin
- dermatitis flakes and red patches
- scars, scabs, blemishes, dryness, open pores
- stretch marks galore
- happy trail stubble
- fat fat fat
these things are not imperfect to me, they are me. perfection and imperfection does not apply.
what if i stopped trying to hide all of these details? what if i embellished them with glitter and made people stop to look at them? what if i let them define me in a different way?