Self inflicted scars represent the human condition at its darkest hour and weakest moment. The scars exist a duality of stength and weakness. They are memories of moments that shouldn’t have happened, complete weakness, but they also represent strength. Strength that I have made it through that time and am on the other side. Showing these is removing the sheets, the walls, the pretty smiles, to show the human condition underneath. The scars are a specific moment of weakness in the human condition, something, whether through visible scars or not, we can all understand. The human condition is something vaguely familiar to all of us. Something that most of the world hides… behind pretty smiles, sheets, clothing, or emotional walls. So I beg the questions, if scars are memories of moments that shouldn’t have happened, moments of weakness in the human condition, is it unacceptable to exist in society and show weakness? Is it unacceptable to even have these weak moments? And if it is unacceptable for me in society to show the weakness of the human condition, or be weak at all, where does this belong? Where do I, the body these scars live on, belong? And if these scars, or moments of weakness in the human condition is at all vaguely familiar to you, where do you belong? It seems to me that society has completely removed any possibility for weakness in the human condition, or the honesty that weakness exists. These photographs are meant to question that stigma.