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What You See On The Screen


Who am I without a filter you ask? I'm the same eight pound bundle of joy that was given to my family 16 years ago. The glue of the family that should've been shattered from the start.

When you take a picture of me, be cautious of what you see on the screen. There'll be scars so deep that cannot be seen by the naked eye. There'll be lessons one can only learn from experiencing great loss. But, there'll be a smile so wide you could walk to China across it. Cheekbones so high even God could touch them. 

When you take away a filter, you are left with the bare truth of the image. There are no lies to tell and only the words the photographer meant to share can be seen. Nothing can corrupt the purity of the picture. Beauty is finally able to release itself from the chains of a "not good enough" society. 

 

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