The process of the project was definitely something. I can’t really tell if I loved or hated it. I just know for a fact that it was interesting. At first, it was weird talking about death with my friends because at our age we feel so young and strong that our death is out of our minds. As we talk more in depth it about death, I told them that I’m willing to die for something I am passionate and care about. Dying this way is more worth it than just dying from old age or any other way. Dying is a part of life that no one can escape, so might as well die knowing that you fought for something you believe in.
As a young woman, I decided to use this activity as a platform to fight for rape victims and against violence/rape against women. Many women are being objectified as sex objects, making rape culture the new normal in our society. Furthermore, when women do fight back after such incidence, they are shamed, denounced and ignored — silencing other rape victims even more. As a matter of a fact, they are also blamed when they are the actual victims, while the offenders get away with such little penalty, and sometimes even no penalty at all.
The story behind the photographs is that women feel like death after rape. They feel weak, lonely and destroyed as their dignity and self-worth are unrightfully taken away from them. And, when victims try to start a new life, this event continues to haunt them throughout their lifetime, breaking them down again back to where the nightmares started. It doesn’t get any better as the offenders usually get away with it, and reasoning their actions as boys will always be boys or such jail time and a record will ruin their lives as if they didn’t ruin someone else’s life.