Truth.
My word of the year was truth.
My word of the year was fucking TRUTH!!!
I had envisioned it to be a year where I was able to dig deep into my core and find my truth… and speak my truth, and embody the full truth of who I am.
I got what I asked for.
I didn’t think that I’d find my truth by being ripped to complete shreds until there was nothing but ME left. But I wonder how else I would have found it? Maybe it was always meant to happen that way.
I’m talking layers of traits and projections and things that I thought were part of me, that actually weren’t.
All that’s left is truth.
I barely recognise myself. I guess that’s what I wanted.
TO UPLIFT & INSPIRE — TO SUPPORT & ENCOURAGE — TO IGNITE YOUR SENSE OF SELF
52 of you project - 2021
In 2011, I took part in a self-portrait challenge, where I took one self portrait a week for 52 weeks. On a whim, I began it again for 2021… I didn’t realise I would be documenting the year my marriage ended. It started well but slowly and surely ended up being the most difficult and heart-breaking year of my life!
