Photographer Steve Rosenfield quit his 9-5 life 12 years ago and spent four years traveling the world in search of that "something." When he returned, he asked his friend to display her greatest insecurity in writing on her body.

She did, as did thousands of others, who drew statements of frustrated profundity. Check it out:


“I am not my vices”


“I am not my depression”


“I am not my hips”


“I am not my dyslexia”


“I am not my success”


“I am not my sentence”


“I am not my turban”


“I am not my dysmorphia”


“I am not my therapy”


“I am not my guard”


“I am not my traumatic brain injury”


“I am not my diabetes”


“I am not my drama”


“I am not my selfishness”


“I am not my abortion”


“I am not my gender”


“I am not my viruses”


“I am not my gender”


“I am not my weirdness”


“I am not my envy”


“I am not my ways”


“I am not my sexuality”


“I am not my indecision”


“I am not my emotions”


“I am not my quietness”


“I am not my detachment”


“I am not my molestation”


“I am not my attempts”