When I look in the mirror, the voice in my head and my conscience, we don’t recognize ourselves. The physical being is not what I imagine on my mind. The lines around the eyes, the receding hairline, big bushy eyebrows partially obscuring my vision, they all seem foreign to me. I don’t recognize myself.
In my heart I feel strong, vibrant, fun loving and intelligent. The face in the mirror looking back at me tells a different story. I see worry, the harshness of the elements, the little imperfections.
The gray hairs in my beard, the eye condition, my nose is slightly crooked and actually quite large. I see love handles and man boobs and I search for just one small glimpse of something positive I can hold onto. I rarely find it.
The reality is, I love myself but I can’t stand that reflection in the mirror. The fantastic image of self in my mind’s eye is ruined daily by the harsh reality staring back at me in the mirror. I am humbled each day, then I go about this existence that I occupy with love and compassion for those that need it just as much if not more than myself.
I’m always looking for your flaws so I can humanize you. I want to be able to relate to you as a fellow human being.
That’s why I’m taking your picture.