Me, a mirror and an empty room.

And that’s it. I stand with my clothing in a pile in the room. I stand with my reflection in front of me, camera in hand.

Stripped back to the core, I am confronted with all that I am, every inch that day-to-day I may not even consider to be worthy of appreciation.

This body that I spend my life with, yet, wishing it was different in some way. This curve here, the hair, these lines, this excess, that movement, that sound.

Here I am stood in front of a mirror and all I can see is a human art form.