I spent long hours in the ballet studio as a child, taking my body apart and building it back up over and over again. This repetitive motion taught me how to reinvent myself. It taught me how to examine myself intimately, and identify all the hiding spots where I could tuck different bits of myself away within my own body. Now, I’m returning to these hiding spots, and digging myself up piece by piece. My images are echoes of these fragments of myself, and the shame and guilt I relive as I unearth them.