Three generations. 

 

Everything begins and ends with time. This is a photo of my grandma, my mom, and myself. Apparently I couldn't hold still:) We are toasting to the new arrival of my cousin's son that very morning.

A way we change our bodies. This young man used to cut, and will continue to bare his scars for years to come.

How we choose to change our bodies. 

How elements out of our control change our bodies. (Full story in Secrets and Insecurities project)

How time changes our bodies.