So the past two weeks were a bit difficult, coming to terms with certain parts of my identity, if you couldn't tell from my last post, as well as the resistance of many to the BLM movement, which is critical to my existence as an equally respected and valued human being, whether politically, morally, or whatever excuse can be given to oppose anti-racism. However, it's also been nice to see the ripples of the movement throughout social media, conversations, ideology, and literature, giving me some flutter of hope.
Anyways, that isn't the reason for my writing this evening, instead, I decided to do something that makes me happy, which is photography (as writing, at the moment, forces me to confront my demons). So on a Sunday afternoon, about a week ago, I got it into my tiny head that I was going to have a full blown photo-shoot. I didn't have my friends to cajole into modeling for me, so I had to do it myself. I showered, got ready, and dressed up with my mediocre sense of style. I took a lot of pictures of myself, something I don't do often, by propping my phone (with its less than quality camera) at odd angles and using the self timer option.
The results were very uplifting, I must say. And I was happy. I was very happy. I felt close to God because I felt close to myself, as I truly am. I'm chuckling, I'm getting too deep. Here are some of the pictures:
Breath Taking, amazing, beautiful and creative