A Study In Me

I have hundreds of pictures on my computer, almost all taken by me. You know what that means? I'm not in but about twenty. I shy away from the camera, always afraid that the flaws I see in me will be immortalized in film. I decided to push past that feeling, hard as it may be. This is how I wish most pictures looked of me:



Blurry and faceless.

But, that's not how I look. I have a face and I'm only blurry when I take my glasses off. So, I took a picture of my most favorite part of me:



Shy toes. I love my toes. But I realized as I was taking these shots, I'm still not showing me. My hair, my skin, my face as it changes when I feel things. My face in thought,



In hiding,



In confusion,



In humbleness,



And, in mischief,

I thought, perhaps, this post would seem egotistical and arrogant. But, that's not what I want. I want you to be able to see some of the faces of the author, the artist, the human behind the keyboard. Remove the curtain and reveal the wizard kind of thing. I work so hard to stay anonymous, but why? I am already so exposed by my words and my art. It's only fair that I show the rest of me, the shell in which my soul resides, and be proud of who I am.

I Am Me.

No one else has my smile, my eyes, my nose. The delicate curve of my chin or the fullness of my lips. No one else has my freckles and fading red hair. No one but Me. I'm not thin and I'm not very tall, but I am who I am and for the first time in my life,

being Me might not be so bad.