so in the true spirit of growing, i feel one first must admit to where in life it is they need to grow. The greatest hurdle i face is me, my physical me. I have suffered the burden of anorexia, of depression, of adult acne, of pregnancy and of course all the aging that comes as a side affect. Thus the hardest thing perhaps to develop is a comfort in ones own skin. Here, i will begin. from the bottom up i vow to explore who I am and what that means in relation to the world at large, if, and likely not, it means anything at all. Though it undoubtedly means that I too have at one point suffered the submissive pressures of the couture world and aimed for a certain level of perfection in an attempt to gain the acceptance and adoration that so many others seems to receive despite photoshop. There is no make up and any photo alteration is just in contrast, tone and sharpness, not in correction. And this, i can not deny is a first for me, to expose myself in images for all to see, unaltered in terms of qualities of perfection. So here it goes. . . . .