My insecurities, vol. 5
By Rori-Tai Williams
Now that I have finally moved on to volume five of this series, I am at the point where my focus is simply to express acceptance of my insecurities — those parts of my body that I dislike — and explore the most ambiguous shapes, lines, textures and colors that I have discovered on this adventure.
I will not apologize for this. Just figure it out.
They remind me of old, discarded, wooden baseball bats. What do you see?
