Ah, so many questions I have right now. Stuff like….
What is it gonna take to get my photography taken seriously?
When will I get to model again?
Will anyone even read the book I’m writing?
Why do spiders fucking troll me?
You know, life stuff…..
I’m starting to love this photo. I’m appreciating the honesty. I look exhausted, I have bags under my eyes and traces of leftover glitter stuck to my face. I’m drinking tea to survive as usual. I’m knackered, but happy. Typical beret and flower combo in a dress which only just fits me. As a hobbyist model I like to be altered and airbrushed to within an inch of my life, often at my own request. But this is really me. And that’s ok too. Crooked smile included.