Earlier this week I was messing around with my new iphone and I took this picture of myself. At first glance it took me aback. I didn’t understand that that image was me. I don’t think I look like that. To me, that picture looks like a representation of what I think I look like. It’s like an artist’s study of an object before the real picture is painted. It’s an eye opener to look at pictures and see what other people see. The image in my mind is not what transposes into pictures. I believe we all view ourselves differently than how other people see us. I just hope what people see is beneath my skin, beyond the freckles and deeper into my soul. Because the real me is not what’s on the outside but what I keep within.