Photo Friday #16
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right? Well, it’s safe to say I was staring it down through the lens of my camera. Click. The enchantment of flashing lights, burning brighter in the allure of this rainbow-esque haze, amplified by her mere presence. A vibrant focal point amidst the chaos of background noise, drowned out by her effortless, yet intoxicating poise. Her luscious black locks brushing against the curve of her back, falling a hair above her self-fashioned vintage stained shorts, you know how it goes, from rags to riches, from jeans to shorts, the kind that cling to her, radiating the vividness of that Tommy Girl vibe. She embodied everything that I would never be- desired and envied. The girl behind the Cannon in all her bony, washed up appearance long ago forgotten, fraying away at the seams of her identity. Except the essence of being beautiful is merely a projection of one’s inner self to the tune of the outside world, subjectively captured at the hand of the photographer. There within the nostalgia of this timeless image, the harmonious outward depictions of an inward reflection became woven into the fabrications of who I was, who I am, and who I always will be. The once tone-death cries of who I should be silenced in the push of a button, looking inside to the beauty of being me.