I've been feeling a certain kind of way today going through my photo archives. Looking at the images from a few years ago, before all of this pandemic mess, I'm already feeling nostalgic. I miss certain things about myself that I didn't appreciate at the time.
Isn't that funny? We're always so harsh on ourselves. It takes several years to realize we deserved to love ourselves back then, and then we go on to make the same mistake again.
But I'd like to break the cycle and let myself love myself through my photography work again.
It's part of me, after all.
Will you join me on this journey?
