such small hands

two fussy ladies

Once upon a time I used to post pictures of myself just because I liked my face (and people shouldn’t be ashamed of liking their faces, ye ol’ ‘vain’ sayers).  But I don’t feel like that at all anymore, not that I don’t ‘like’ myself, I guess I’m just indifferent.  I mean, isn’t it sad that you only have one face and, no matter how much you change it and mutilate it, it’s still your one and only face?  What if you want to try out another face?  What if things look totally different when framed by a new set of features?  Maybe I’ve just had to look at this face in the mirror for so long, I’ve grown pretty apathetic.  Besides, nowadays, I have a new, little beautiful face to look at.  It’s strange to have a child and see parts of yourself in someone else, someone new and exciting.  But anyway, all of this to say, here is a picture of myself just because… just because this is my face and I’ve worn it all my life and that has to mean something… also, just because I can…

oh my god… I was scrolling through ollllddd pictures and found this… I would say “remember when” but I feel like I look nothing like myself in this.

because one time, you left your shirt at my apartment