I am a circle that is trapped inside a square. From within I am a living, breathing individual, but was taught to place myself inside a concrete square corset that will hopefully keep me in control. To preserve the body is to answer social expectations. The corset carries the literal weight of a concrete block. It is equally painful and arousing to be in such state. How perverse is the wish to belong! How easy it is to be defined by the other, and so painfully lonely to make a stand for yourself. To carry this social corset is to acknowledge what I have become.