Nichole Tant Photograpy

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Identity by Nichole Richardson

We as humans live in constant fear of being judged for who we really are. Our only defense is to hide behind an act, a façade, or even a mask. Throughout one women's day, her mask deteriorates. At first, anxiety and vulnerability plague her mind. As piece after piece of the plastic skin falls,. so does the enormous weight on her shoulders.

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