Me. December 2008.
Me. One month prior to downloading my youngest.
Me. One year prior to fleeing my home, three sons in tow, one duffel stuffed with medical supplies and a handful of diapers.
Me. Looking un-terrified, flexing, posing.
Me. Living in duplicity.
This image is not about body-beauty or suface-pretty. This was an outside-way-of-life. This was me. Pretending. Me. Acting as if everything was fine. Me. Donning a game-face. Me. Keeping myself together at all costs.
Me. No more.
Thank you to Hags on Fire for publishing this photo-essay.