What's a self portrait anymore these days? I can make myself look like a goddess if I hit all my angles, know my lighting, and artfully choose my filters. But there should be a place for photos that evoke sharp honesty. It will be those kinds of photos that will send me to a poignant time in my life when I look back on them.
Capturing a million dollar smile with a flattering vintage filter is by no means a sin. I do that shit all the time. But, having the inward personality I do, I'm beginning to see the power and freedom of owning my body and my mind, despite how crude they can be. It would be a disservice to myself if all I had to show for in my life were perfect selfies. I am not unceasingly beautiful, I am not that one-dimensional.
There's a little bit of weariness, but there is definitely a touch of quiet dignity in there too.
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