I’ve debated whether or not I wanted to post this, but here it goes. (*Trigger Warning* if you aren't comfortable with mental health topics this isn't a post to read).
This is me, 10 years ago at age 16. My 16th year happens to be the one and only year where there is more than one picture of me, because it was the year I fell in love with photography. I have more pictures of myself in this year alone than I do the next 9 years combined. They are mostly partial lit, have half my face or maybe nothing of my physical body at all and instead a picture of something I deeply loved. But they all were photos that I took. Photos that represent who I was at that time, how I saw things and what I felt comfortable with showing. No more, no less.