Saturday, October 6, 2012
When do we start worrying about our looks?
When I was 11 years old, I crashed my skateboard and, while doing so, apparently tried to take a bite out of the street. It wasn't pretty.
One front tooth was chipped to about half it's original length. The other was just a faint stub of tooth evidence with the end of the dead root hanging exposed. My chin was bruised, my arm was sore and scraped up, but all I cared about was the state of my facial appearance and how "ugly" I was. How could I got to school the next day, looking like that?
Reflections aren't always happy.
This week's Illustration Friday prompt is "Mirror". Hmmm... what to draw for that?