What Lies Within

Art. Women's bodies. The challenges, the victories.

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https://society6.com/justgirlproject

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One of the many blogs and projects promoting self-love through art. :)

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with every step.

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A wonderful video on body positivity featuring artwork by Monica Hernandez and human bodies as canvases. 

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“With my elegant hands I walked out into the world.”

- Maria Badanova, “A Manicure”

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Kristina Schuldt  -  Freistunde   (oil and tempera on canvas, 2013)

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Cristina Tufiño

Bodies as objects. A woman artist on female bodies.

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You are the way you dress yourself. The way you dress yourself is who you are.

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Morning Toilet of Venus, 1612, Peter Paul Rubens

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“In Weinberger’s work, the objectification, hypersexualization, and dehumanization of female bodies - all phenomena that occur in real life - are taken to such extremes that the bodies turn into monsters.”

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Art @tayneetinsley Wallpapers @histerismobg

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Beautiful art, beautiful idea.

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“If make up can make art, can we view made up female bodies as similarly valued artifacts of culture?”

-Jillian Hernandez,“Makeup on the Face of the Father: Recent Work by Rachel Lachowicz”

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the conquering.

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“The whole artwork seems to raise more questions than it gave answers. Who were these 39 women, and why were they chosen by Chicago, and why 39? Why did their plates contain imagery of a vulva, apart from only two people - Ethel Smith and Sojourner Truth?”

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are my thighs too fat?

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her tin skin

BY EVIE SHOCKLEY

i want her tin skin. i want       her militant barbie breast, resistant, cupped, no, cocked       in the V of her elbow. i want my curves mountainous and locked. i want her       arabesque eyes, i want her tar markings, her curlicues,       i want her tin skin. she is a tree, her hair a forest of strength. i want to be       adorned with bottles. i want my brownness       to cover all but the silver edges of my tin skin. my sculptor should have made       me like her round-bellied maker hewed her: with chain-       saw in hand, roughly. cut away from me everything but the semblance of tender.       let nothing but my flexed foot, toeing childhood, tell     the night-eyed, who know how to look, what lies within.

—after alison saar’s “compton nocturne”