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.
Someone once told me that beauty marks indicated places to kiss.
Greasy hair and scarring.