Tarnished, bruised and mislabeled.
She fought on.
Hidden behind shallow mirrors.
She is bruised, crying, disheveled and worn down.
But there is still a brightness in her eyes, something that calls out, and begs you to look at her. To really see her. This is not the perfect beauty we are used to seeing. This is not the twisted womanhood that women are supposed to strive for.
She has slipped her mask. This is the state of womanhood.
Sure, it’s been that way for a long time, but I think we are being shown deeper facets of it and asked to look in ways and places we hadn’t before.
At the same time, this isn’t the face of a woman beaten and broken down. Aphrodite isn’t really one to sit back and take whatever shit is being handed to her. She always finds away to make sure her needs are met.
What are you willing to do to get what you want? Are you willing to be seen as you are?