I’m just not what they’re looking for. I cover up my own beauty to conform to their ideals. I know I shouldn’t let them get to me, but their thoughts undermine my confidence. I used to believe that I was beautiful. The constant brainwashing has warped my self-image. “My nose is too big, and my stomach is fat - why oh why can I not look like that? My skin is a mess, my teeth are a wreck, and my body is an absolute joke”. Why should I wish to change? What exactly is “beauty”? After all, I have all that I need - a body & a brain that are functioning. I don’t need all of your fucking material things.” 

Self-Portrait | Social Commentary Project | San Diego, CA

© Julie Pavlacka 2014