And the winner is . . .

I'm only leaving this here for a day or so. My mom said it's fine in the size of a twitter pic, but that it's too obviously me. If I wish to write about what's really going on in my life without fear of being penalized for doing so, particularly as med school looms, I'll need to take steps to be slightly more anonymous.

 

 

Picture Number 1!  Becca thinks it doesn't make me look too young.  Jaci  thinks the flowers make it stand out. Donna, Marianne, and Knotty think it's a pretty picture. I'll go with that. Marianne also likes the picture of me giving the cameraman the death gaze when I was five. I might have to find a use for that as well. It's my godfather's favorite picture of me.

Knotty, I know the self-deprecating thing gets old very fast. It's often just another form of begging for compliments, which I'm honestly not doing.   I think I'm just coming to terms with having grown up with the nicknames"The Tornado Child" (given to me by a teacher after a classmate pointed out that the tornado image the class was viewing resembled me) and "Anorexis," an insult generously bestowed upon me in an English class debate by a middle-school peer who, ironically, would go on to become my friend.  Then there was good old Uncle Mahonri, who took perverse pleasure in calling me "the Ugly Duckling who failed to turn into a swan" when other adults who would've cared were out of hearing range.  On a conscious level I know I'm not that homely child anymore, if, in truth, I ever was.. Still, not one of us escapes childhood unscathed. Sensitivity and perception about appearance are among  the wounds that have yet to scab over completely. I'm getting there.

Anyway, I have a new Twitter image. Thank you all for your most helpful and insightful input.

the death gaze photo