We live in a world where women are often portrayed as
sexual objects. We have not only learnt to reduce a
woman's body to its attractiveness, we have taught
women to look at their own body that way.

I too find myself pointing out the parts of my body that
do not fulfill mainstream beauty standards. Hiding
whatever imperfections I have found. I find myself
pretending to be confident, because that too is
considered to be more attractive. Constantly adapting
the way I look to what I think others would want me to
look like.

Feeling ashamed and unworthy, when the moment
comes that I realize I am nor ever will be as perfect as
an object. Isn’t that ridiculous? I am not an object.

Am I?


Thanks to Laura de Heer and Brit Rooswinkel
for lying on top, under, in and around any and
all kinds of objects for me.