Boneyard is a film photographic exploration of the female body—its form, its flesh, its bone. It is proof of the complex relationship we have with the bodies we inhabit, the bodies we feed, and the bodies we breathe in.



Growing up in a turbulent household, I was left in the care of a stepmother battling bipolar disorder and alcoholism. As a young adolescent, I became the object of her gaze, her perception of my body shaped by her own insecurities. I was constantly watched, judged, and reduced to a reflection of her struggles. My body, its shape and weight, became a “boneyard”—a site of accumulation and decay of her projections.

These images and writings are a testament to my resilience. The memories of my stepmother's gaze and the body she defined for me have become part of the boneyard of my thoughts, but they no longer control me. Boneyard is a reclamation of self, a photographic meditation on how the body holds both trauma and strength, and ultimately, how we grow from it.