I have always struggle with my body image. I've never really felt comfortable on my own skin; this too big, that too small, those not on the right position...Insecurity has been there forever. Never quite liking myself at all but at the same time my head told me it shouldn't matter that much, the 'beauty of the inside" and all that. I managed to get a truce between my two sides: told myself I liked how I was, then avoid every mirror possible and run away from full size body pictures. I don't know If it was because my rational part oversized my consciousness about my body, but the truth is that I never thought of starving, or damaging my body in any way. My only self-punishment was shouting awfull things inside my head. Never cried. Just avoid the obvious as much as possible. I never thought someone could feel atraction towards me because of my body. It was a hillarious idea. And then he came into my life. And things slowly started to change.
This is not an original image. Stuff like this has been done to death a million times in the past. I've seen at least twenty other pieces do the same thing this week. However, no matter how many times I see images like this, it still holds an incredible power that hits deep.
I'm not 100% certain if this image is supposed to show that you are liberated from society's obsession with staying skinny, or that you're shackled to it, but the image conveys both ideas masterfully. The soft lighting makes it really comforting to look at, along with the soft curves of the model. It's easy to look at, especially when most of the pictures like this are usually shot in hard black and white, or with heavy shadows. It's a pleasant image.
Still, what makes it is how the tape is just tied up in a bow, as if the number really is irrelevant. Even better, I like how the numbers on it tend to be extremes on either end (save for the numbers around the waist, which are a bit more realistic). It almost feels as if every extreme is just intermingled at one point, as if to say that it doesn't matter. Perhaps I'm projecting my prejudices onto the piece, but that's a sign of good art, that you can do that.
My girlfriend recently has been feeling a bit conflicted over her weight, which might be why this piece speaks to me more now than before. Regardless, I really like it. It isn't original, but since when did originality dictate how good something can be?
I think this is rather poignant. It really does emphasise the growing obsession with body image. I know what it is like to be unhappy with my own self image and think most, if not all, can relate to this photo. I like it, good work.