What is my presence? You’ll never understand how you’re truly seen through other’s eyes. Words only go so far. A night out is almost a free fall full of judgment. We take that chance though because it’s a need as a human to feel emotions from others. Typically we hope for positive reactions but being noticed is sometimes what matters. What does my outside say? It’s a never ending work but as any artist, I’ll never feel complete with what I have. My body isn’t what I desire. I stand in front of younger girls often and convince them to love themselves and how they’re naturally made. BUT what power do I have to influence such a concept I don’t truly believe in? How do you accept your imperfections? A question with no true answer.