What can we contain?

What we as femininities can contain in our bodies and where our boundaries are?
This is a sculpture I made keeping in mind what I can contain and where my boundaries are.
Clay can be adjustable until it goes in the kiln, and our inner space can be adjustable too until our boundaries appear.
Her expression plays between pleasure, pain, and power. Pleasure for the freedom of our feminity, pain because of patriarchy, and power for our ability to choose what we let in by setting boundaries.