Nice Cans?

“HEY BABE, NICE CANS...!” From Plastic to Fantastic and Back Again. I want to address the topic that is currently both literally and metaphorically, the closest thing to my heart- breast implants. Something which a number of women seem to garner a lot of criticism for… I personally have received criticism about having them- but none more so then from myself when I look in the mirror and wonder “what I was thinking?” or in fact when I catch myself loving the way they look in a bra and being utterly embarrassed at my own vanity.I’ve begun to think a lot about these themes recently amid the criticism I seem to have faced. This has led me to wonder why I got them in the first place and how I feel about them now...

Growing up, my parents had a successful art business which wholesaled prints to framing shops and they had a big factory with all the prints stowed away in shelves. After school, or when I was having a sick day, my mum would take me to work with her where I would spend all day going through the shelves constantly being exposed to art from all eras from so many great minds and visionaries. A lot of the art depicted the male and female forms.