Selfies at Sixteen

It is the last Thursday in which I will be twenty-six years old, and thus the last one in which I can legitimately throw-back to the fact that these are photos I took ten years ago.


          Nathan: "That was back when it took a lot longer to get feedback on your selfies."


These photos stayed in the house where I grew up until a few months ago - which means I didn't see them for nearly these entire ten years. Then, last May, when I was sorting through the few remaining possessions in my teen bedroom, I found them. Then, they traveled in a box on a moving truck approximately 2,500 miles. And then, two nights ago, they landed on my table in my house.

The time in which I took them happen to coincide with a time in my life very shortly before everything changed, which makes happening upon them even more momentous. But that's a story for a different day.

For now, I will just muse on these photos because BLOND PIXIE. Because I had thrifting skills back then. And because I wish I knew how old I was when this happened:

          I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, 

          whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced,

          and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to

          know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends.

Joan Didion

Because reacquainting yourself with yourself is important. 

xo,

Kirsten