My Picture

In this picture, I had to be about three years old. Most people can't remember what they had for breakfast last week, let alone when they were three years old. I'm just going to go by what the picture tells me. It was a proffesionally taken picture. This was something that my mom did when my brother and I were younger, not anymore. I was in a white dress. The odd thing about this picture, is that it's a pose of me painting. Who on earth, would wear a white dress while they were painting. On my face a smile, but not the one I've learned to wear everyday. The smile back then, was always real.

Since then, a lot has changed. I went through a fair share of troubles. Up until this year, I bottled my life up, and at times where I coudn't take it anymore, I broke down. Even since then, i'd say I changed. I learned not to bottle up all of my emotions, and it's definitely helped me a lot. I seem to be more carefree about things, and an all around happier person. I just hope that soon enough, I can wear the real smile that I always used to.