I am a neuro spicy girl who feels very deeply, wears my heart on my sleeve and over analyses everything. I'm healing and unlearning a lot of societal conditioning and expectations and trying to set a good example for my kids (particularly my daughter when it comes to expectations on women). I have written many cathartic poems around this topic, but a line in recent poem I wrote about the "lies I tell my daughter" really stuck with me, "I am not weight worth in gold". Although writing poems on this subject was cathartic enough, I decided I wanted to take myself out of my comfort zone and be a little more vulnerable with my art. And maybe, someone who sees this will relate and it will help them in some small way to not feel alone and open up the healing conversation. This artwork is apart of a series: This is the middle work of three women with the 'I am not my weight worth in gold' message across them, when hung together the words NOT MY WORTH are highlighted, representing the overarching theme of beauty standards so deeply engrained in so many women. So much so, that some of us are inadvertently taught that is where our worth lies.