•another bowl of Random babbles on your table• 1) i look at my recent pictures and wonder from when and for whom i grew okay with taking pictures of myself. still, half-covered face and silhouetted postures get hearts from me. 2) i look at my recent pictures and stare into her eyes while tracing the lines that her smile gives away. these lines reach and eyes, i am glad i beam like this, in pictures. i am glad. 3) i look at my recent pictures and fall in love with the ones that cannot be posted publicly, the ones that are undoubtedly imperfect, the ones that are as shabby as they can be. i fall in love with them. 4) i look at my pictures and don't delete them (i save them to delete later). i ponder over how this change happened-- when the heck did i truly accept the way i look? that is a miracle.