Don’t you look at this and immediately want to know him? Know about him? Doesn’t he look holy? I love this picture.
I hate looking at pictures of myself. I’m getting better about it, just because, well, that’s what I look like and a.) what can you do? and b.) that’s what a lot of women I love look like and I love them so I ought to learn to extend that to myself.
It’s weird to really look and try to see myself objectively. I’m big and fat like my dad’s people. My eyes look a lot like my Grandma Doris. I hold myself a lot like her, too. But I think I look a lot like my cousins on my dad’s side, too.
And then just a little bit like only me.
I would love to look at photos of myself and see someone I thought was worth looking at. I hope that happens some day.