When you survive domestic violence, you often aren't allowed this fact of life. Recognizing or acknowledging to others how you've been affected by the trauma(s) is a "luxury" you can't afford because the perceptions & projections -- along with observable deeds and actual words of other people already accuse you of not getting over things and moving on with your life. This leads you, a very fragile you who already is fearful of so many things -- including trusting yourself, to keep your mouth shut.
Which is why when this week, when I spotted the following vintage magazine cover art I stopped myself from saying what immediately sprang to my lips in the form of a blog post.
Instead of commenting on what I saw, what I felt, I skipped to posting about another item at the blog. (And then a few others, because that blog is awesome!)
But when the man behind the blog commented this:
it’s such a strange image, with the midnight blue background and the ominous black shadow beneath her, and how her figure is so rigid…it’s almost as if you can detect a tear track down her cheek; which I know wasn’t the intention of the artist intention. Very strange.I felt justified in making my own brief comment. He saw what I saw. Sort of. So here is my original thought:
She looks like she's escaping domestic violence. By any means necessary.
But getting away is only the first part.