On one summer night, I was meticulously curating an artwork on nude photographs. Capturing every angle with my device, trying to convince people that it is worthy of attention and be put into auction.
The thrill and fear are merging together with the thought of no one buying it and I would be exposed through embarrassment of my painting being unlikeable. I glanced the photos for the last time before sending them to the buyers, I then felt ashamed by the thought of selling myself just to ask for approval, compliments and attention.
My body is a masterpiece. It is not one's prize in an auction nor a product to be bought. Respect is given to those who accompanied me within that journey of self-hatred and paid indulgence. May they be guided away from exposure and danger.
For me, to own the body is amour propre, and to show and sell is diffidence and self-loathing caused by life's mishaps and great failure of the government, or could be an arduous decision as a form of seeking validation and self-indulgence. Bravery against life's obfuscation, impoverishment was lifted through body exploitation.
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PoetryThis book is all about betrayals on friendships, invalid feelings, untangled fates, and taciturn and morose secrets. This is currently in the state of revision.
