What happens to a woman
between being born as
perfection,
and spending the rest of her life
peeling away the layers of her body,
and eviscerating her soul
in order to be considered
enough?
author | poet | thread artist
I am a storyteller and a poet.
I use words and thread, pencil and needle, paper and fabric.
my work is an ongoing conversation with myself.
What happens to a woman
between being born as
perfection,
and spending the rest of her life
peeling away the layers of her body,
and eviscerating her soul
in order to be considered
enough?
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