Oh, sweet child!
For that is what I was. Observe that this is a SCANNED photo. Meaning it predates the proliferation of digital photography.
I will be 36 in just a few short weeks. Meaning this photo is about thirteen years old.
And though I know that the girl in this picture had so very many life lessons to learn and that her life is far richer and more beautiful now, I do sigh at her skin, the brightness around her eyes.
I am so much happier now but she had better tits. She really did.
And she had a tiny little body that tolerated the drinking and the recovery Maccas, the ciggies and the lack of sleep.
This girl had no idea how adorable she was.
And she was heading for the darkness.
This girl makes me sad.
Not least of all because I know that in another 13 years I will look at a photo of me now and think exactly the same thought – that she could not appreciate that she was beautiful just as she was.
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Not wanting to sound trite or in any way patronising – but I look at this pic and I see a physical representation of a pretty you – I recognise this as you – I see your pictures now and I see a depth of beauty, a gorgeous you – a you that is made up of a history. I find the Angie of now to be incredibly beautiful and intriguing. I love that you share
Printing comment and framing on my fucking wall.
Seriously. Thank you.
Well, I can’t top E’s comment, can I? All I can add is, you’re one of those people who has beauty both on the inside and out.
What was it about the early 20s? I have similar thoughts when I see pics of myself at that age. Came across a few pearlers recently – damn our non-working scanner…
Thank you. Your comments ALWAYS brighten my day, lovely one.
Meanwhile, where the hell are my eyebrows??? Jeebers, I was brutal.
You were stunning then, and are stunning now.
But the reflection, the heart, the YOU? That’s what’s breath taking.
Thank you, thank you, sweet, sweet friend.
Thanks for stopping by my blog.
I so feel the same way when looking at old pics of me – when younger. So hard to write about it and have ppl understand it w/o critiquing.