'How do i look darling?' 'Nice, yeah'. Hmm, I'll ask the mirror instead. OK reflection do you worst. Actually: I don't mind my hair, I'm fine with my face; even my skin. I really don't mind my eyes; some say my best feature if we're looking for positives here not far easier neurotic tendencies of which i have plenty. Or my Dad's nose. I am doubtless looking more like my Mother in her early glory days as a young twenty-something every day. The likeness is true. Still, she appeared far younger in those photo's i gaze over of her then, than i feel now. I am much younger than i realise...
I am not enamoured with the mirror image i peer upon my any means, but i don't mind it. What i do mind, is that i wish it was a better person staring back at me (think Michael Jackson- Man In The Mirror). I wish i wasn't so preoccupied- which of course i am- with how i appear. I'd hope i cared more about and have more awareness of areas where i know i should be a more considered human being. Life experience has taught me very well whats important and whats not. I want to be utterly enthralled within the world of fashion and design; its the aesthetics of it that inspires me. But it is undoubtedly a visually, personally critical industry. One i will wholeheartedly support and happily be entailed in for the love of the human aesthetic and the creative mind.
I have, like any girl, different preconceptions of myself in different surroundings. The idiosyncrasy of: I am more comfortable at home, in lounge wear and sheltered, than i am in the judgemental outside world. That said i cannot believe anyone can look that different with the abstention of four walls.
I see what i see in my reflection and its OK. What i don't see is an entirely thoughtful, compassionate human being and that's not OK. Creativity and kind should walk along side, they are perfectly compatible.