I had a really bad pimple in my second year of college. I kept picking at it and eventually, it left a scar. That scar is on my forehead to your left, but my right. There are times where I feel that is the only thing people see when they talk to me; I often catch their eyes looking somewhere there.

I started a project earlier last year, as soon as I turned 21, to take a picture of myself everyday for a year to capture every mood, hair style, and skin status—all with the same pose (is this a pose?). I wanted to see the “emotion” that unconsciously shows on my face throughout a school semester, after surgeries, arguments, work, parties, etc.

I stopped earlier this year because I felt I was being vain. That and I started seeing minute flaws on my face the more I looked at it and was reminded of whatever events happened on that particular day.

Today I was tired because I did not sleep, but that is every single day. The ripples under my eyes are my best features.

Greasy hair and scarring.

Don’t cry.