TAKE CARE ALWAYS - JENNY C.

I recently collaborated with a local spoken word artist, the great Jenny C. Jenny is a woman with drive and has verbal artillery to express herself about nearly any given subject about our society today. For our session together, her and I discussed about what has been on her mind-- the societal expectations for women and girls. With some back and forth, her and I were on the same page with the vision we wanted to share. With a collage filled with gender stereotypes of femininity, a borrowed projector, a sharpie,  a mobile shelving unit we found in a hallway at school, and our raw emotions: we had our message. In addition, Jenny wrote her spoken word piece about how detrimental societal pressure can be. We finished our session, feeling quite overwhelmed and disbelief. We knew that this message could spark something impactful, that would have people think about how we treat one another, and question our expectations of one another. Jenny has even recorded herself reciting her piece. After all it's SPOKEN word. 

I ask of all of you, to observe these pictures with respect, and with an open mind. Let the messages not give you a sense of "preaching", but recognize that these realities  are what women and girls of all ages, and races encounter, everyday. (I shouldn't rule out that there are men and boys who feel pressure from society as well). This one goes out to each, and every single one of you.

Please press PLAY and scroll down to view the photos while the audio is playing. 

 

CONFINED IN THE MIND:

Doctor Doctor,

I swear I'm sick

Every time I see my reflection

It makes me nauseous.

 

The magazines tell me

HOW TO be flawless

HOW TO dress

HOW TO smell 

And

HOW TO eat with caution,

Go through the count your calories process

And Lord forbid 

If I go over today

I already know how to vomit. 

 

Doctor Doctor,

I swear I'm ill

Every time I go on a diet

I get addicted to those pills.

 

The commercials tell me

I'm ten pounds overweight,

My love handles really aren't so great,

And

If I see a girl skinner than me

Oh, I get fuelled with so much

Jealousy and Hate. 

 

Doctor Doctor,

I swear I'm not well

Every time I starve myself 

I feel I'm in hell.

 

The girls at school tell me

I'm HIDEOUS

I'm DIFFERENT 

I'm DISGUSTING

And

That boys will never like me;

Like me,

I don't even like me.

Why can't I be

Like the other girls 

Skinny and pretty?

 

Doctor Doctor,

I swear I'm infected

Every time I remove my makeup

I see blemishes of the imperfect infections.

The world tells me

To strive for perfection,

To have an unflawed complexion,

To fit myself into society's certain sections,

To be another BARBIE in it's twisted collection. 

 

We live in the world's vicious PROJECTIONS

And it's depressing

How society's bitter intentions

Teaches us its terminal preconceptions,

Slaves us to self-deception

And births us into a world of:

"HOW TOS"

"WHAT TO DO"

"WHAT'S FALSE AND WHAT'S TRUE"

"IT AIN'T COOL IF IT AIN'T NEW"

And my oh so favourite

"HOW TO MAKE HIM LOVE YOU".

 

It's confiningly cruel,

HOW. CAN. I. BE.

With all these invisible rules?

 

Doctor Doctor,

I swear I'm at an end

I live in a society

That's out to see my soul dead. 

 

It's been about a month since I launched my website. I feel that I don't tell you enough, how much I appreciate your time and your support. 'Til next time.