The Cat Spot

Remembering the times we once never were... I can count the number of times you held me with love on one hand Gratitude exists, along with feeling undesired and the realization of what we once never were

I've come across some of my favorite old photos of myself, and today I finally went and bought a scanner (which happened to be on sale). Kids use to call me "round face" back in the day and before that I was mistaken for a boy more often than not. I can't help but crack up when I look at myself now and what how uncomfortable I was in my body. Totally worth it ;)

(flipped it over) (and then she made me do this)