i keep saying “take pictures of me when i’m not paying attention” hoping that i’ll look more like a human and less like a confused, unsettled mannequin with a lot of frown lines. without a mirror, when i know the camera is there i can’t even do the frightened deer thing, it all just comes off stern and pensive.
i dislike my arms, a lot. but when i look at these pictures and pretend that i am proportionate, when i like, imagine it, i like them. so i think that besides the arms thing they aren’t bad.
i like to pretend a lot of the time that i am more okay with myself than i am. sometimes, like now, that veil comes down and i’m more honest. i am in no position at the moment to judge whether or not that is good or bad, but… it is what it is.