Creative piece ‘Remix’ by Jasmine Ryan: 2020, paper, glue, and Photoshop.
The pigments separate in front of your eyes, as you look closer. Blood is pain but also life,
damage but also strength.
When you look at blood, you look at yourself.
Fat liberation has taught me that rooting self-worth in fatphobia and the desire to be skinny will never benefit anyone (including people who are skinny) because it is a never-ending race to the bottom.
It’s hard to notice how many times a day society reminds you of sex’s importance until someone says you might never be able to have it.
Events like this don’t occur often, but when they do, a community is able to come together that is normally confined to the peripherals of society.
“While code-switching may be fun for some, it is an unfortunate necessity for others.”
Why do we prolong the inevitable by overlooking the subtle or not-so-subtle signs of a dickhead? I have a hunch.
My moonstone ring was bought when I was soul searching and needed balance, and my necklace was a gift from a dear friend which reminds me that we are all connected. My tattoo was also born out of my love, my femininity, my beliefs—it is an unfinished body, an unfinished writing of culture.