We're not friends with my body

I've spent most of my life at war with my body. I don’t like it much, and it hates me for the way I treat it. I don’t like how I dress, what I eat, or how I look. The blows come from colorful socks, sugary sodas, and a scruffy beard. There is no end to this war, but there is hope for peaceful coexistence. The result – a series of instant photos with black pen drawings over them.