When I turned eleven I became more conscious about my body. It just started with my flappy ears but over the years more and more body parts entered the list of way I felt insecure concerning my looks. Like an oil spill it spreads and spreads and it’s very hard to get things back to the way they where before. Even though I never thought of myself as too thick or too thin, there where a lot of other things to obsess about. I’ve used myself as a model in earlier work and when I din’t like a part of my body I would modify it in photoshop. Recently I started to realise that was a big part of the problem way I felt so unsatisfied with myself. I never learned to love myself for how I really am because I was to busy obsessing over what could be better instead of acknowledging the beautiful things. I used to blame the media but that’s just hypocritical. It may be part of the problem, but it’s not all of the problem.