Holy crap, tangentially in line with all the talk of image.
I've been trying to get a good macro shot of my malar rash scarring for an art idea, and failing because I seem to have forgotton how light works (lol). And so I'm getting gritty crappy photos instead of the sharp texture that I want. I'll try again when I'm not so damn tired, though shining the light in my face is going to end in lols.
Anyway, looking at the failed shots, I look like I'm completely strung out or something. Good times.
Re: growing up image, highschool etc. I never wore anything tighter-fitting than t-shirts two sizes too big for me and the huge wide-legged skater pants that are practically hakama. Big chest + baggy baggy clothes = lolbrick. Also, everyone figured I was completely asexual because I never, ever, ever flirted or visibly oggled anyone, ever. I grew up in solitary confinement, emerged into the world, immediately got pranked by the first three cute guys to
ever catch my attention, and never let on again, ever. Except the one time in Seattle with a guy I'd known for a week on the internets. Shush, we've gone
way more TMI in this thread before.
So, not the same stuff at all, I know, but just tossing that out there to say I've got empathy for the folks talking about nasty sh*t they went through due to self-image. I had a year on my own in Seattle where I wore crazy vinyl stuff out in public once in a while, which was insanely novel, and the one photoshoot my then-friend insisted on dressing me up for, a few self-shot photos in kinky stuff and business suits and combinations thereof, aaaand that was about it before my endocrine system went haywire. Said friend didn't like me being ill, either, so she's long gone and on with her life. I, the sickly best friend she didn't want anymore inherited her cat, who she also didn't want anymore. Ah,
mementos.Now, I never see the light of day and I skulk around the house in a tanktop and sweatpants and sandals. Whenever someone knocks on the door and I have to peer out, they look like they just met something out of an asian horror movie. Probably a little in part because half of my neck and face usually looks like I was assaulted with one of
these. So! There's my contribution to all the talk of image. If I drank, I'd like... offer a toast to us lot or something. As it is, my tea will have to do.
Clink? Heh.
Now, have a re-post of the ridiculously hot elf:
Modifié par Aroihkin, 20 avril 2010 - 09:59 .