c-a-m-e-l t-o-e

My mum calls it camel hoof. Some call it other things like that. I call it an ugly photo of me. I call it- live it, breathe it, been there.

So I don't know why it was but this holiday brought out the UGLY in me. I think it may have been the fact that my mum purchased these ace shorts for me instead of ones which, for example, don't envelope my crotch but it is probably just the old face thing seeping into the rest of my body.
Just for those who care here is a close up.


Nast tastic. And here is my face. Just as cool as ever.

I think I can look back on all my ugly pictures with pride, though some of the wounds are deep, and this is one of my favourites. So subtle and calming. So ugly. So very ugly.