Day Eleven12:19 pm
Day 11 - a photo of you recently and how it makes you feel seeing it now.
I took this photo especially for this post. Ernest had been crying and had fallen asleep on my shoulder.
I hate having my photo taken, I always feel so gawky and self conscious, and the resulting photographs show someone I just don't recognise.
I feel this more keenly since Florence, much like I now find it difficult to look in the mirror. I obviously have to look in the mirror to put on my make up and dry my hair, but I've perfected looking just enough, not too much.
I think my eyes look too sad, too lined and tired. I'm certain those lines were not there before Florence, maybe they were I just didn't see them.