Generally speaking, I take selfies approximately three and a half times a year ~ in some variation of the same three poses. And then I edit them fiercely and admire them for a minute or two and delete them. Or just stick them in a file somewhere because I am trying to run a blog here and you never know when you’ll need content. This year I realized that in the short history of selfies being a thing, I have gravitated towards taking them in the advent of my birthday… as if I’m grasping at the vapors of who I just finished turning into. I finally got used to twenty five and now it’s already over. Now I am more than a quarter of a century old. And I need to wash my magical black girl hair and I’m wearing a clip on ear cuff because it was only $7 at target and I’m too lazy to get a new piercing and look at all the arm candy I’m collecting.
~ b, the bemused birthday girl.