Text & images: Rozan Snoek
The body is
Scars, part of the past, symbolising the anxiety, pain and loneliness I felt;
Hair, that is supposed to be shaved, clean and invisible;
Breasts, that don’t belong to the person I see in the mirror and who I am on the inside;
Blood, running down my leg, labelled as dirty and impure and something ‘to be concealed’;
Lust, with a flower that is meant to be kept for the ‘right’ person;
Fat, overloaded with diets to create the perfect shape and size;
Worn skin, marked by the experiences of life;
The body I live in everyday and write to you with;
The body full of taboos.
