When I Was 15

2015

When I was 15 I starved myself.

I thought that if I was thin enough, beautiful enough, someone would find worth in me. Eventually, hiding my secret and hating myself became exhausting. For those reasons and countless others, I decided to “get better.”

My investigations explore the constructs that fuel these types of disorders. Through the lens of my own experience I am creating a body of work that recovers my past. Chocolate, language, and image interact as units and metaphors in my work. I realized I had to explicitly talk about my personal experience. For the first time in years I’m acknowledging that I denied myself one of the most basic facets of survival.

When I was 15 I starved myself.

Nothing Tastes As Good As Skinny Feels

Chocolate, tin foil, and craft paper