Of the Body I Made
Alex Zeren, 2022
I do not always love my body, often in fact. Often I loathe its shape and proportions and sneer at its frailty and lack of dimension. Sometimes though, I think a master sculptor could not have done better. I stare into the mirror and watch how my muscles ripple and flex. But usually, I am somewhere in between.
My perception of the body I have made for myself is a constant conflict between how far I have come and how far I yet have to go, between pride and folly, euphoria and dysphoria.
Often I am the body at the bottom of the frame, depressed and abject, crushed with the weight of my own expectations. Sometimes though, I am the body at the top of the frame, sublime and proud, free from the fear of my own failure. But usually, I am the tangled mist between them, transient and ephemeral. My hope is to accept the mist between the extremes.
