Probably once a year I do a self-portrait. I feel like this is the most accurate one so far, probably because for some reason I used to always exclude my glasses. They take up such a huge portion of my face and have become part of my comfortable identity. I feel like I look ridiculous without them, when they are pretty ridiculous on their own.
Here’s a cute story about my first pair of glasses.
I was in the sixth grade, and I chose a pair with big, thick lavender frames. I was never a fashionable kid, I just knew what I liked, but let me assure you that nobody thought I looked cool but me. The first day I wore them to school, we played volleyball in gym class. I had a terrible crush on a fifth-grade teacher named Mr. Byers, who was tall and blonde and had an A-plus smile and made everybody feel cool. He had a free period, I guess, and decided to come play volleyball with our class. He was wearing a sky-blue Oxford shirt and tucked his tie into it, between the buttons, which I thought was pretty sexy. He stood right opposite the net from me, gave me one of those killer smiles and said, “I really like your glasses.”
I pretty much fell in love.
materials: pencil, paper + PS8
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