Now Playing Tracks

digbicks:

What I Be Project, Steve Rosenfield

Photographer Steve Rosenfield recently asked subjects far and wide to complete the following statement: "I am not my ___ ". He prompted individuals to fill in the blank with their deepest and darkest insecurities, moving people to bring issues regarding body image, substance abuse, mental illness, race and sexuality to the forefront. The results of the social experiment of sorts is a photography series titled the What I Be Project, an intimate examination of the anxieties and inhibitions that plague men and women of all ages. 

The “What I Be Project” is all about honesty.

In today’s society, we are told to look or act a certain way. If we differ from these “standards,” we are often judged, ridiculed, and sometimes even killed over them.

By stating “I am not my_____,” people are claiming that they do in fact struggle with these issues, but it does not define who they are as a person. It is not aimed for people to say “You’re not fat,” or “You don’t have love handles.” It is to spread awareness on what people go through due to society’s paved roads. These are serious issues that some of us can live with, but most battle on a day to day basis. 

  1. I am not my shame.
  2. I am not my gender.
  3. I am not my image.
  4. I am not my turban.
  5. I am not my weakness.
  6. I am my amputation.
  7. I am not my bi-polar disorder.
  8. I am not my adoption.
  9. I am not my number.
  10. I am not my vision.

(Source: stevejrosenfield.com)

Happy New Year!

Hey everyone! I hope you had a great Christmas and a very happy new year! :)
I just realize that i have 2 years in here but i hardly have anything on here. Part of it is because i still don’t know all that well tumblr, but hey part of this year’s resolutions is having more stuff here lol. Anyway I do hope that you guys have a great day. happy 2014. I can’t even believe it. :)
Will post soon :D

A penny for your thoughts…

It’s all an act. An act of a very old play I am getting tired of reliving. An act I no longer want to play with, but I am so lost I don’t know how to get back. I am not sure if there is a way to go back. And to what am I going back to? I lost my identity. The very thing that makes me, me.

We make Tumblr themes