Do you ever feel like you grew up in third person? Were you always hyper aware of your every movement, fixing your hair or adjusting your stature? Did you spend your youth in a constant out of body experience, as if you were the star of a show you never asked to be in? Were you ever vigilant in how others perceived you? Was there an oppressive need to be perfect, to make the audience fall in love with you? Does society know that it taught so many of us to believe our ability to be desirable directly correlates to our worth?
Self-portrait