This is me.

This is me. These photos have only been resized and sharpened. I have no make up on. I have sleep near my eye. My eyebrows could do with being plucked. I’m wearing my septum ring, which I only occasionally still wear, I don’t know if it’s still ‘me’, but I don’t want to give it up. I have a couple of saws on my chin, ever since I stopped biting my nails, when i’m anxious i’ll pluck at myself, at the moment, it seems to be my chin. I’m getting better with it. My skin tone is uneven and I have a scar on my nose from a dog bite.

My legs could probably do with a shave. I have fair hair. I’ve never been waxed. I’m a clutz and always finding new scrapes and bruises on myself. The scar on my knee is from a push bike accident. I used to love riding my bike. I’m wearing my slippers that are falling apart. If i’m inside the house, i’m wearing these slippers.

After my head, my spine is currently my biggest personal battle. This is my spine. I go back to the doctors tomorrow to see what all these images mean. My legs gave out on me the other day, while I was shopping with my mother. Sometimes the pain is so bad I feel like i’m going to pass out, I often find myself breaking out in a cold sweat and needing to sit down because the world is moving without me. I’m scared.

But this is me, i’m often insecure and feel I’m not very good at things. I’m shy and scared of making a fool of myself. I am proud of what i’ve achieved and that I can accept who I am, I’m not perfect, but I always try to be the best person I can be.