LATE NIGHT POST

I have a confession. I take photographs , lots of photographs and all  my family members have become my photographers and they get irritated sometimes because it’s constant. But the thing is I was awkward growing up I was a teenager with bad acne and zero self esteem, if you asked me to show you a picture of me when I was say fifteen I wouldn’t be able to. I remember one time in junior high students from the design and technology that were in my class handed me sand paper to scrape my face with it. That stuck you know, kids can be so mean. It’s not like it’s something I chose to have and it doesn’t matter how many times you wash your face or drink water when you have it you have it. I didn’t go to prom or party at all not that I cared to that’s one of the things my bad skin blessed me with it allowed me to find comfort in solitude. My skin still isn’t the greatest and whoever said after your teens it completely goes away lied. I have found ways to manage it and I’ve learnt to celebrate my flaws so you know what I will take many photographs  because we’re only given this life and I’ll be damned if I don’t capture all these memories.