My sweet, well-intentioned friend is always telling me it would be better if I softened my face a little. I use those tricks and filters all the time in my work. And granted the version she did of me, shown here, does make me look 15 years younger. But I am not. I don't mind showing my wrinkles. I don't want people to audibly gasp when they meet me in person after seeing pictures on my blog that have been altered or softened to take years way. Frankly, I have earned the right to wear these wrinkles with pride. Heck, if I were going to change myself, why wouldn't I just get the voluptuous lips and bushy, thick eyebrows I always wanted. No thanks, S, I want to be as I am, thanks for the help though.
Thoughts for the Weekend & A Promise
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