So this is my official goodbye. Why the goodbye?...why can't I just slip out unnoticed? Because I say my peace through words. It heals me. (whether I burn bridges or not) For whatever reason I've always been cursed this way.
I'm tired of being discriminated against. There's literally only one person on here who knows why I'm so disgusted with SG. And she will forever remain one of my best friends. I've been shunned from the SGH and SG instagram page and from many of the women I once admired on here. I'm not going to go into the gory details because they don't matter. The damage is done. This bad taste has been in my mouth for quite some time.
I'm tired of looking at this site and seeing art replaced with porn. (*Let the backlash begin*). When @mendacia left, she wrote about the absence of quality work. The issue of quantity versus quality. It struck a cord in me. It sobered me up. Somehow I looked at this place differently. With completely different eyes. And I saw exactly what she was talking about. Suicidegirls has lost it's way.
It's become so sexualized. After much consideration--naked selfies aren't art.
My boyfriend used to ask me (in relation to all the "groups" on here) "If this is what being a part of SG is, then why don't the real Suicidegirls post in the groups you do? Why is it primarily just the members?" SG was so precious to me at the time, and I was so fucking naive that I defended it tooth and nail. But now when I look, I see women compromising themselves. I admit I was guilty of such things, but I don't look back on what I did fondly. I actually think it's kind of sad I took the "easy" road; instead of trying to gain followers and a general presence respectfully.
I am still pursuing alternative modeling. I'm just doing it my way. I've shot a couple things recently that I'm considered is my best work yet. If you care to follow me on instagram, we can stay in touch and you can watch my journey from a different perspective.
Instagram: _curlyhead__
Honestly...I've written this "goodbye" so many god damn times. Usually, I include everything about why I'm leaving. Every detail. Everything in hopes that maybe just one person will understand.
But in this version, I say my peace. I drop the mic. And I get the fuck outta dodge.
What a long, strange trip it's been.
