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|