This year I am giving up my vanity. I no longer care what people think of me and my appearances. I will dress, do my makeup (If at all) and hair how I please.
And in a moment of insomnia driven inspiration, I reached for the camera.
And out of the pictures I took, no makeup, little sleep and tons of caffine, I can finally say that I look amazing. Prettier than I've thought I've looked in quite some time.
Granted, at 3 o'clock in the morning I don't feel like smiling much. I do feel like writing. When nothing else has bored me to the point where my body gives up and sleeps.
Which is fine, because now I have some awesome new pictures of me that I would have never taken if I had been asleep. (Although if I had, when I woke up, boy howdy I would have been confused and mildly scared.)
So horrah for a lack of vanity. And discovering that underneath everything society holds so dear, and is so quick to judge someone with, is nothing more than crap.
For I am beautiful. Even at 3am when I can't sleep and really should be doing so.