My name is Judy and to the world, I am known as the blow up sex-doll.
I have felt comfort recently in taking self-portraits of myself as for once I can portray who I am and the person whom I want to be. I wonder who I could become and what ifs but I have learnt to live in the present and not the past anymore.
Being treated as a sexualized object constantly can leave you feeling deflated. I’m meant to feel like I’m the desired object and made to be a sexual fantasy, but I am more than that. I’m not a product of your capitalism.I had become offensive to women and was being called ‘problematic,’ yet I too feel the constant strain of body issues.
Do I have no desires? Am I not good enough? You ask.I just want to be normal and be like you.Can you believe we are made from stars?
Maybe I will travel and see the great outdoors. I do tire of the city and imagine days spent lying in fields of flowers and dazing at my reflection in crystal waters.