Babehood

Babehood is a quiet punch to the gut.
It traces the soft-core trauma of growing up femme in a world that doesn’t ask, it tells. A beinghood shaped under pressure by men, myths, and the gaze — but make it metal.
Twelve metal relics mark the canon events: the friend trio that disappeared overnight, the flower crown you were told to want, the tramp stamp they joked about before you knew what it meant.
A look at girlhood not as a phase, but as a condition: one that clings, constricts, and sometimes burns.

sculpture, text, type design

(font in progress)