We all believe we're immune to social media until the first time we look in the mirror and hate what we see. This notion, now an almost universal truth written into the fabric of our lives. "Everyone's hotter than me and thats just the way it is" The scary thing isn't the revelation itself. Rather how 'at home' we've become with it. A comfortable hell where we wake up chasing a standard never meant to be caught. Now, I'm usually self aware enough not to White Knight myself into these discussions . Offering half ass "do betters, be betters" to look like I care while I ignore them myself. But holy fuck. How is it that every single one of gets hit by this curse? How is it that I can't even fathom a solution to a problem that feels so simple. The root of this issue though, that I can picture pretty well. And it looks a whole lot like me. -- Not long ago, I had the chance to photograph the single prettiest human bean Ive ever met. Yet beforehand, they felt the need to caution me. "Chris, I'm big". As if some warning to lower my expectations. As if it were a negative at all. It's almost instinct to rain affirmations when you hear something like that. Quelling the voice in the mirror, if only temporarily. But in that moment, I began to realize how little my words meant in the shadow of a larger message. One told by the imagery they were comparing themselves to. So much of it my own. My curated concepts, toned thighs and effervescent eyes. Things I share as normal, creating an absurd reality for others. And if even she could get caught in that trap. None of of us were safe. To this day I don't even know if she liked her pictures. And it's been driving me mad ever since. So if people deserve to feel their best just by being themselves, how do we get there? -- I know im supposed to wrap my captions in a neat little bow. with a resolution or a plan onto a better world. But honestly, this time I haven't a clue where to begin --