because it's me; because i am present.

i like this picture. i like it because my unmade bed is peeking out in the corner and because the outlet is begging to be noticed just behind my left elbow. because the stack of books, CD collections, and vinyl records are 'photobombing' on the bottom left. i like this picture because my shirt is poorly tucked in, because my hair is horribly combed and not curled under, because the bedframe is too saturated and and the pillowcases don't match the sham, and because there's a bit of marshmallow creme creeping through the corner of my mouth.

i like this picture because i'm not in a studio, i'm not wearing clothes that i wouldn't buy, i'm not giving you pouty lips or smoky eyes, and my hair isn't perfectly crimped, blown back by an enormous fan. i know these things are all too stereotypical, but i like this picture. i like it because it's me in a skirt stolen from my mom's closet, with a necklace on my forehead instead of my neck. i like it because i'm present, because there is no underlining theme or art, but because i'm sitting on my calves staring out the window like i always do (stare, that is), wondering if anyone out there has stopped to stare back. 

xx, jocee.