Do you ever look at pictures of yourself and wonder if that’s how you really looked?
When I was in grade school, we did this project:
I remember nothing of the process, it was too long ago. It looks like I stood in front of black construction paper while someone sprayed fake snow at my head to create an outline.
It seems as if I I would remember being sprayed in my left eye with some toxic goo.
Whatever, even though the origin of this is lost in my memory, I noticed it again the last time I was at Mom’s house and took some pictures of it. Since the picture is behind glass, it wasn’t ideal photo conditions.
For some reason, this silhouette has more impact on me than looking at photos from that same time. Intellectually, I know that’s my silhouette, but I still think it’s amazing to think that the now-me was once the me-who-blocked-toxic-goo-from-hitting-construction-paper.
This image is easier to understand, partly because it was taken only a week ago, but also because the shadow is only a placeholder for me and I can fill in the gaps. Then again, I didn’t realize my legs were so disproportionately long compared to my body.
Maybe this is a more accurate portrait:
It certainly seems to convey the way my mind works sometimes.
What about you? What do you think about when you see old pictures of yourself?
Have you ever found a true portrait of who you are?