At first I was feeling ridiculous about taking pictures of myself. I thought if anyone got ahold of my phone and cracked my password, they would think I was insanely vain and that thought almost brought my project to a halt before it really got started. Far from that. I am the girl, that for most of my life, was constantly told wasn't pretty and what needed to change about me. Most days I am in a great deal of pain from my heart condition and don't have much energy to put into my appearance. Don't feel too sorry for me, I've got genuine people whispering in my ear now. A hair dresser that is lovely and speaks nothing but kindness to me, as does my husband.
I decided that at least once a week I should take a picture. It's been six months. Along the way, I began to see it as a journal. Documented photos that showed my hair was fine and that I look happy. I look happy. And that made me feel happy.
At the end of the day, you need to drown out the noise. To see things as they are, eliminate the static. Focus on the good.



"I consider your beauty your least significant attribute." A. Barrows

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