i just finished writing a paper i'm really proud of (completely last minute, about fat & beauty and (in particular) this stunning, bizarre photoshoot of priscilla ono for slink magazine) and was stretching my arms and neck, thinking about how happy i am with the paper.
i caught myself in the mirror and saw my dad's self-satisfied grin on my face, a smile i've also seen my three-year-old cousin carter pull when he thinks he's got you tricked.
it just made me really happy. when i was younger, i looked a lot more like my dad than my mom. my hair was straight until my teens, and my natural hair color matches his, not my mom's. i was a total daddy's girl. i still am to some extent, because my dad and i have a connection over music that i don't think my mom or brother will ever understand.
now that i've grown up, people always say how much i look like my mom. sometimes it's just nice to see my dad in there too.
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