Residue. Who taught you to look at yourself like that? Who taught beauty to dislike our bodies? I want to take the word muse and peel it out of my dictionary like a worn sticker Sprinkle sugar on its gummy side and watch ants eat the skin that is left They’ll take it underground in chunks feed it to their queen who will birth it into other ants They’ll move in determined thousands a marching exclamation a swarm of bodies in refusal tearing sugar from worn out words.

There comes a point when we start to question the way that we are fed art, what it is we are fed and by whom and most importantly, WHY. Then comes a point when we realise that way we view art is based on the male gaze. A white CIS male gaze. We have bee taught to look through its lens and that lens effects how we look at ourselves as WOMEN.

This is a realisation that eats at you. It really bites. Because is shows us everything we need to know about how we have been conditioned.

I challenge the gaze…