When we look at any type of object with the intention of actually looking at it, seeing it, we end up taking notice of it’s details. We look at shape, colour, weight, forms, perspectives, nuances, we look at it as a whole and as nothing. We are able to play the mental game of placing it in a context or background or not. And while doing this we end up categorizing this object that we are looking at. We give it a group, a category, a theme, a topic, a family, a name, an identity.
Human bodies do fall in the human category, living being, homo sapiens species. Covered in skin with very similar structures, habits, needs or functionalities but our identity, especially nowadays, can vary so much. So where is the line, the point where we can look at us, our bodies as objects? Where does the social stigma stop? The recognition, or empathy with, finishes? Or is even that possible?