Photographer & Styling: Anda Roman  Dress:  &Other Stories  , Mask:  Accessorize       

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


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        I borrowed the mask from my mother,   because…   I read this micro-poem   by Nayyirah Waheed   and…   it stayed with me      “all the women in me    are tired”      One afternoon I lie with a glass of white wine  and I’m just starring at the ceiling  carrying thoughts   that  are intertwined and they’re so many   you can’t hear any  like those white starry nights soaked in whispers in that alcohol infused kinda way  where the whispers are so loud  everyone can hear,      but…  my strongest whisper   is      “I yearn to feel confident and strong”   because some days  I don’t feel that way,  most days really  so I put on these masks   some with glitter  some lascivious   and I get this sudden rush of confidence   but  that’s all it is  something  sudden   that quickly vanishes  like a shy, rose-blushing smile,     It’s kind of a multi-colored feeling  because you want to feel those things    but…   you’re scared of  real  things   because let’s face it   we run away from realness and reality   cause that’s when shit gets complicated  and   you gotta face yourself   and you start asking yourself how much you’re willing to put at stake   how much.   and it’s easier to run away       but…   I’ve grown tired of all the women I’ve put forth  of all the masks I’ve impersonated  of all the people I said I was,  they’re old faded portraits  sandwiched in between pages of my life  cause today  I feel newly awakened    a freeing feeling that shrinks the world   with aimless humility   and I just let out as many experiences and feelings and memories and internal folders   I let them spill all over   in this big chaotic mess  cause at the end of the day  they all fall perfectly into place  and somehow,  you find your home  and your people  and you finally feel like   yourself .     With love,     Alexandra Roman        
 

Photographer & Styling: Anda Roman

Dress: &Other Stories , Mask: Accessorize 

Alexandra Roman

Alexandra Roman

 

I borrowed the mask from my mother,

because…

I read this micro-poem 

by Nayyirah Waheed

and…

it stayed with me

 

“all the women in me

are tired”

 

One afternoon I lie with a glass of white wine

and I’m just starring at the ceiling

carrying thoughts 

that

are intertwined and they’re so many 

you can’t hear any

like those white starry nights soaked in whispers in that alcohol infused kinda way

where the whispers are so loud

everyone can hear, 

 

but…

my strongest whisper 

is

 

“I yearn to feel confident and strong”

because some days

I don’t feel that way,

most days really

so I put on these masks 

some with glitter

some lascivious 

and I get this sudden rush of confidence 

but

that’s all it is

something sudden

that quickly vanishes

like a shy, rose-blushing smile,

 

It’s kind of a multi-colored feeling

because you want to feel those things 

but…

you’re scared of real things 

because let’s face it 

we run away from realness and reality 

cause that’s when shit gets complicated

and 

you gotta face yourself 

and you start asking yourself how much you’re willing to put at stake

how much.

and it’s easier to run away 

 

but…

I’ve grown tired of all the women I’ve put forth

of all the masks I’ve impersonated

of all the people I said I was,

they’re old faded portraits

sandwiched in between pages of my life

cause today

I feel newly awakened  

a freeing feeling that shrinks the world 

with aimless humility 

and I just let out as many experiences and feelings and memories and internal folders 

I let them spill all over 

in this big chaotic mess

cause at the end of the day

they all fall perfectly into place

and somehow,

you find your home

and your people

and you finally feel like

yourself.

 

With love,

 

Alexandra Roman