I Still Call It Home takes place inside a haunted house, and a haunted society. The home is thought of as a safe space, but it is also a potential site of violence both physical and ideological. Ideologically, it is haunted by the unseen “presences” of social dictates and taboos that affects both the body and the body's effect on others. It mixes melodrama and horror to explore the restrictive concepts of feminine beauty that are enforced within this landscape. It is about how denial renders the world horrific, in a way that becomes embodied and enacted as it haunts our spaces. Here, concepts of the truth are malleable in a space where structural influences are imposed; repeated; collectively agreed upon; internalised, and self-policed. I Still Call It Home discursively traces ideological practices constraining the body gendered female, and cultural figurations of this gendered body as a site of both sexualisation and disgust.