I kept searching for myself. I kept taking images of myself desperate to understand who I am. I wasted too much time going through the motions I never took the time to understand what I wanted. It became like an obsession,I took images whenever I could…. And then didn’t look at the images I took for three years. It was only then I finally realized what I look like, who am I and what I want, I’m still in the process of figuring that out. Too often, the black body is a bludgeon, something to be fear, I tried to strip all of that baggage away and strip myself naked so I would stop being afraid of myself.