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Foot & Photography: Me
Location: My shower!

Explanation (I'd love it if you read this before commenting).
On the surface, this is a fetish portrait - pretty shoes and handcuffs. If that's all you want to take from it, then that's cool. Sometimes pure aesthetic is what appeals. But this photograph has a deeper meaning for me and was inspired by bigger things than just shoes (although shoes are great!). This photograph was inspired by those days when you feel like the ugliest person in the world and nothing anyone says is going to make any difference, when you don't WANT people to try to convince you that you're seeing yourself through shit-tinted glasses because other people's opinions don't matter when you feel like that.

It is dedicated to everyone who has ever heard "Why do YOU feel ugly?" or "HOW could YOU feel ugly?" and to everyone who has learned from experience that it's easier just to keep their mouth shut when they're feeling down because if they try to express it people will just assume that they're fishing for compliments or feeling sorry for themselves or looking for attention. It's dedicated to everyone who has suffered from an eating disorder or depression or body dysmorphic disorder, and to everyone who has gone through life with everyone around them assuming they can cope with everything because of how they look or how they dress or how they don't cry in public, no matter how bad things get.

It is dedicated to everyone who has trapped themselves inside a smile, who has hidden behind make-up and pretty clothes, who has gone a day (or two or three) without eating because they can't cope with the guilt, who has ever wanted to put their fist through a mirror (or actually has put their fist through a mirror). To the ones who have 'recovered' on the outside, but who know that fixing the inside is never as easy as people assume.

You have permission to cry, even when you can't give a rational explanation as to why (no matter how much you'd like to be able to). You have permission to feel like shit and want to hide instead of plastering on the fake smile and being the strong resilient person that everyone expects you to be (or wants you to be, or needs you to be). You have permission not to justify your feelings to anyone unless you want to. You have permission to be yourself - on the good days, the bad days and the worse days. And you have permission to see, even if the times when you can are few and far between, the amazing and beautiful person you really are.

Read this.
Beautiful Monster by ~jeszkrgr --> [link]





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