Day 6! Wearing Les Queues des Sardines tights, which have a helpful diagram of the different cuts one would make on my legs, if a cannibal had marked me as a particularly juicy specimen. Underground Original creepers and BB Dakota scallop skirt.
I would like to stop taking “myspace photos” of my legs, because they are in fact kind of fat and not as skinny as they look in these damn pictures, but the boyfriend is terrible at taking pictures and doesn’t seem to understand the concept of framing or focus despite HAVING TAKEN A PHOTOGRAPHY COURSE. not that my pictures are good, but they sort of get the job done.
does anyone else have a compulsive need to put unflattering pictures on the internet? i always feel like i have to because THAT IS THE TRUTH. i would rather people be pleasantly surprised if they actually meet me than disappointed? i guess i’ve always felt it should be ok to be totally “normal” or nondescript-looking or ugly - I hate it when people declare that “everyone is beautiful in their own way” because that suggests that being beautiful is more important than anything else that might make that person notable. but whenever i bring this up with my boyfriend he kind of looks at me like i’m crazy. whatever.