Nobody ever says they dislike the moon. Beautiful, enchanting and mystical, we look up to the night sky and gaze in awe. If in fact, the surface of the moon resembles the texture of our skin – why do we disapprove of ourselves so? Named after the Spanish word for ‘mole', Lunar follows a journey towards self-acceptance in a patriarchal world where femininity is seen as a weakness. By placing archival images of the moon next to self-portraits of my body in photobook form, I aim to destigmatise human skin ‘flaws’ and portray one's innermost hardships.