...from the neck down.
I like my body, always have, and hopefully always will. I don’t like my face as much, not in it’s natural state at least.
Sometimes I see a picture of myself, that someone else took, and I’m like ”dear lord, that is one hell of a reality check, I look horrible!” It’s a fact, that it’s really hard to take a good picture of my face, I know it because I have been doing self portraits for a long time. I know what I look like, from any and every angle, and in every possible lighting. It’s both a horrible and a fantastic thing. I think it has been good to me to model for my own camera, because then I can see myself from other point of view, and I know what I need to work on. I’m also fully in charge of the light (both figuratively and literally) I portray myself in to the rest of the world.
If you inspect my self portrait photography a little closer, you might notice that it’s heavily focused on my body, instead of my face.
This is not me saying this to get your pity and ”omg but your face looks pretty”, I am not like that. This is just me stating facts and my own feelings about myself. I think I see myself like everyone else do too, I don’t have a deformed image of myself. Of course we all have our own ideas of beauty and what we find attractive, but I do have a pretty good idea of what people think is beautiful.
I know where my weaknesses and strengts lie, and I use that knowledge to the best of my advantage, it would be stupid not to. I know I’m not a typican pretty girl, but I know I have wit and a body to make up for what I lack in the face department. I also know that a lot of people don’t like my skinny figure, but because I love it, I truly do, I don’t give a fuck when someone doesn’t.
I’m constantly evaluating myself, and working on to both change and accept the things in myself that I do not like. Inside and out. I have good days, and I have bad days.
