I am not my body, yet it reflects the sum of my choices—a literal body of work shaped by love, loss, growth, indulgence, and resilience. My body has carried me through it all, never faltering, even when I let it down. For years, I hid it, mistaking my shame as belonging to its form. But now, stripped bare, I see the truth: every line, scar, and curve tells the story of my life. I embrace this ride-or-die companion with gratitude for the journey we've shared.
This piece invites the viewer to sit with the form of an unidealised body—to move past discomfort, beyond societal conditioning, and into appreciation. The flowers surrounding the figure serve as a reflection of growth, renewal, and beauty found in imperfection. Their abstract nature and expressive, textured brushstrokes not only frame the figure but also amplify her presence, drawing the viewer in to fully engage with her story.