Me and my sister were settling a grudge at the mechanic, where the commercial bus driver led us after bashing our Toyota jeep.
Positioned at the backseat, one foot in and the other just few inches above the black-oiled sand, she wore a renociliation grin and said ‘ehn Lolade I’d like you to document my friend, she’s embracing her acne and would like talk about it.’
‘It’s the face for me’
this ongoing project projects Temitopes’ continuous battle with self-esteem devouring breakouts/acne, exploring layers of inclusion and visually accentuating what’s inside.
If I could I'd frame your face
You only get them two ways
Being born with that or grow into it Either way, serious pain
The picture of endurance, gave birth to a miracle
Those dots are memorials, freedom from the torture
The shy smiles you put on were the defense mechanism
And you endured the teasing of a fat girl on a track team and kept running Huh, you tuned out the ridicule and spot gone is
A cause for celebration
The scars are victory laps, eternal gold medals
When I see 'em, I'm reminded of the freedom, I'm so proud of you
How can I ever question the strength and ever doubt you?
And your struggles inspire, it's physical literature
But the pain who gave life with the scars
To prove it, if I could, I'd frame your face.
Bf
