I can’t really do a lot of selfies with my phone because it’s just an old half-broken cell designed for texting with a tiny screen and no internet. I mean, thank goodness, really, since we don’t actually need an extensive archive of gratuitous frumpy housewife photos.
Or do we?
I know what some of y’all are like.
Anyway, I’ve seen some really neat self-portraits over the years and I vaguely recall some connection between self portraiture and positive self actualization and I’ll just stop talking before you all fall asleep.
I don’t usually draw myself at all like me, so I’ve been working on that the last few months. Mostly it’s drawing Brassy… rounder. That’s cool though. It’s just sometimes hard to draw women who look fat as opposed to pregnant. I actually had to discontinue a flowy blouse from my wardrobe because my mom got all wide-eyed and asked if I was pregnant.
No, mom, but thanks for asking.
