I’ve been shooting a lot of self-portraits lately. Largely, as a response to anxiety and the need to reassert my ownership of my body.

My body is a disabled one. A trans/nonbinary one. An assigned female one. A body that is maligned as a social burden, undesirable, inferior, and fundamentally broken. A body open to public commentary and political restrictions.

Well, this is me. And I am the only person who gets to speak on my body.