thanks for liking me

– a tribute to my appearance

I often feel restricted by my appearance, my face, my body. Not as if my extremities or any fluids are needed to reveal my identity. It's more like I'm just pretty. Why do I think so? Because I'm always being reduced by the same compliments. But who complains about compliments? Just ungrateful, arrogant bitches. Because that's the kind of thing that you get yelled at if you don't say thank you nicely.At one point in my life, I felt the need to soak up all those compliments. As many other women still do. This series deals with the oppressive feeling of finding identity, of being overwhelmed, of being suppressed and disconnected. The aim is to remind us that compliments should go beyond pure appearance and that they can be more than just words.