Postcards from the edge is over, now we get to walk from chelsea down to around 9th street for a birthday party.
As I was taking photos on my phone in the gallery, I cought my own reflection on the screen.The messy hair, the loose skin under my chin, the tired eyes, and scars.
I know the insecurity is mostly about being in a room with a lot of people, and art. But still, all I could think of was how fat, old and ugly I look.
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