Today was not much of an eventful day. Spent most of it grazing the kitchen for something to eat, taking head shots of myself to submit to college, reading the nutrition textbook, and browsing my dad's film scans. Which was probably the highlight of the day. So I loaded a Pentax with Fujifilm 400. 50mm 1.7f lens. Let's see how this goes.
I've developed an unhealthy relationship with food. The problem is the guilt I feel when I eat something I "shouldn't," a habit of judging my food choices, or so my nutrition professor warns. "I don't judge people on what they eat!" she says with a pointed finger in the air. Well. Actually the problem is that I lack the drive to pursue some type of hobby, with a passion. I have loads of things I'd love to do, I just never get the rush of motivation I need to accomplish them. Apparently my threshold is quite high. Frankly, I blame my toddler brother and my family situation. It's difficult to openly enjoy an activity when my mother sighs bitterly at her exhausting maternal responsibilities. Maybe it's just my convenient excuse. I don't know, I suppose it could be both.
So one of those things is clothing, shoes, adorning myself with jewelry. Collectively "fashion," as many may agree, but I despite the term. It wraps up everything so easily and too plainly that I find myself wrinkling my nose at its every utterance. I feel like it's a lot more than can be squished into a seven-letter word. Something more fluid, I suppose. Yes, fluidity, like cascading drapery and graceful silhouettes.
Like art.
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