You know, with all the self-portraits I do, one would think that I've gotten over my skin issues and whatnot.
Today my friend asked to photograph my face for a project she's doing on photoshopping bad skin. I was happy to help because I really care about her and I know she meant no harm when she asked, but to be reminded that I'm not the only one that sees my acne on a daily basis was a bit disheartening. My guy friend tried cheering me up by badmouthing his own blackheads but... If you know me... You know that my problem isn't just a random blackhead or two. And besides, he has freckles that help mask the blackheads so he can just stop talking. Which he did after I played Michael McDonald for him via Youtube.
I wish I could do more self portraits that I was happy about... Over the years I've done so many, but how many do I actually like? Enough to put up here, anyway?
... Two, I guess.
Ah whatevs. Jesus loves me.
Listening to: Demon Hunter- "Not Ready to Die"
Reading: Interview with Micah from Oh, Sleeper
Drinking: Cranberry juice