Thursday, March 7, 2013
Ugly Shirts: Photos from Today
It was a playful, distracting thing.
And it's progress. In the past, I couldn't bear to take my own photograph. I could only show parts of my face if at all. It was part of the general self-hatred of the sickness of an addict.
Then I still cared how people would judge my appearance in the wrong sort of way. Now I worry about things like taking care of my health and hygiene and I don't worry what my face looks like to other people. It's my face. I was sort of born with it.
Well, I didn't speak the entire truth. There is one person I wish could see my face as special. Uh duh.
Anyway, I don't know why I ever bought these shirts (well, the horses one is sorta cute).
The one looks like something a dead coke addict might have been found in on the street back when Miami Vice was on the air.
These aren't things I'd post to my Flickr or anything like that obviously. I consider them part of an addict's recovery journal.
My hand is over my heart for a reason and I make the peace sign for a reason.
One person is that reason.
I think my Greekness shows in a few of these and I'm happy with that. Go, Greeks!