On her 32nd birthday, Beth Whaanga was diagnosed with breast cancer; valiantly fighting back against the illness, she asked her friend, the photographer Nadia Masot, to take portraits of her nude body after a double mastectomy and hysterectomy as part of Under the Red Dress, a project desi
NSFW. Photos of a woman who has healed from multiple surgeries and medical treatments. A survivor and inspiration!
“It was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle.”— The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien (via gnomehut)
“Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve.”—Carol Shields, The Republic of Love (via bookmania)
“Whatever you felt last night, whatever needle was stitching its initials into your heart was felt by a hundred other hearts. Whatever growls in the darkest corner of your memory is a beast that others have fed. You are not the only person who feels ugly tonight. You are not the only person who can’t seem to find the right words until the conversation is over. Who doesn’t know what the fuck they’re doing on this carousel. Who cries for no reason or never cries or only cries when you feel like your life is finally standing still and you don’t know what to do when nothing is going wrong. […] It isn’t about always being happy. That shit is unhealthy. But you are only alone if you ignore all the other people who are exactly like you.”—Sierra DeMulder, Ariel (x)
“Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist-a master-and that is what Auguste Rodin was-can look at an old woman, protray her exactly as she is…and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be…and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart…no matter what the merciless hours have done to her. Look at her, Ben. Growing old doesn’t matter to you and me; we were never meant to be admired-but it does to them.”— Robert A. Heinlein (via realizes)