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Vasil Germanov - SFX make up

Editors at 12 Magazine Defend Their 'Beauty' Editorial Featuring Brutally Injured Women. Last week we posted an editorial that appeared in 12 magazine called "Victim of Beauty", featuring close-up shots of perfectly made-up models sporting

"Saira was burned when her fiancé attacked her with acid after she expressed her desire to complete her education before moving in with him. Saira’s burns left her with a scarred face and partial vision... She is not a woman hiding away at home, desperately avoiding the stares and smirks of relatives and neighbors. Instead, Saira dared to go out and complete vocational training and is now active in the world, earning her own living—as a beautician in a beauty salon."

“ Saira - Without a Face, 2009 In the fall of 2009 I left for Pakistan to start a project around acid and kerosene oil burn victims. I worked with a NGO which helps burned women with reconstructive surgery, rehabilitation and therapy.

upyourcactus: “ whenwilligetmyrights: “ “Every time someone says we don’t need feminism anymore, things like this come to mind. Due to insufficient dowry this young girl’s husband lacerated her face...

Every time someone says we don’t need feminism anymore, things like this come to mind. Due to insufficient dowry this young girl’s husband lacerated her face with a razor blade. (Gwalior - India, photo by Adrian Fisk) Still beautiful.

[black and white portrait of a woman with burn scars on her face, neck, and chest]    JULIANHOLTOM

This beautiful model Liara Cyis, a burn survivor, did this photoshoot by Julian Holtom to (in her own words), "prove that scars do not change a person; they make that person who they become.

"We respect the Druids," she said. "Are they associated in your thievery because of this?" "Oh, goodness, no! We only respect them, because they have nothing for us to steal."

"In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood-- A lord of nature weeping to a tree. I live between the heron and the wren, Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.