I can’t decide if I want to be pretty and ethereal, or dark and stripped back. I like seeing the freckles on my skin and the bags under my eyes ~ I look as though I’m wearing my life on my skin.
There is a gap, a huge chasm, between the way we see ourselves and the way others see us. When we look in the mirror, we concentrate on how much we fall short of the idealised notion of beauty we see in magazines and on television.
I was born too late to be a real hippie. In the 60s and 70s I was only a child, but I remember wearing long paisley dresses, layers of bracelets and headbands.
I look way too put together in this photo, as though I were heading off for a job interview in a corporate office. Someone needs to mess up my straight hair. I’m much more dishevelled than this image portrays.