Heres to letting the colors of summer in!

A few weeks back I was able to get together with some lovely girls (but not as lovely as my sister of course) for a picnic. We sauntered over to the middle school near my house and ended up stumbling across this wall covered in colorful graffiti. It wasn't especially gangst (the top corner said, "Reach for the stars", and there was a bunny in a car... interesting choice), but the colors made my photographic eye go absolutely crazy, fluttering all over the place as if I was in REM sleep. We stopped to take some pictures, and came out with a few good shots, my favorite being this one


It's not extremely spectacular, but it does make me think about a few things:

1. Perhaps the most materialistic, I love, love, LOVE, the skirt I'm wearing. It was a sweet little find from Superstore. High skirts make my world go round lately.

2. The colors are absolutely to die for. The green, green grass, the bright colors of the graffiti, the brown in my shoes, and the purple in mysunglasses. You can't help but stop and look at it.

3. Having said my last point, the look on my face is the complete opposite of what you would expect from this scene. I look completely unimpressed, unhappy, perhaps a little depressed. It's as though all of the outside colors are having absolutely no effect. If I had photo shop I would try to find a way to place myself in black and white. It would be a perfect add for girls with little self-esteem.

I have been attempting to teach myself something especially important lately; how to love my body and in the process myself. I still remember the day this picture was taken clearly. Before my friends arrived I was running around my room trying to find that "PERFECT" outfit. One that was comfortable, not too dressy, summer-ish, one that made me feel good about myself. I wore this outfit, which I was really happy with at the time, but I still look back at this picture and criticize myself.

My goal is to take advantage of all great things this summer, and I refuse to let poor self-esteem get in the way. Heres to letting the colors of the summer in, and to introducing poor self-esteem to the back door. A good kick should get it on its way.