Day One.
1 May . . . the day in the sewing world, online voyeurism enclave, of the start of Me Made. In that regard, I guess I've been doing Me Made since 2013 now. That being said, I've made no quiet voice about the disdain of selfies . . . and the body image notations one makes during the 30 days of Me Made. Though, in 2013 I was nearing a year of being married, and what most now know is that my marriage was already on a very painful death. That actually started six weeks after I do. I'm not going into that here, but let's just say I stayed and held on for as long as I did from shame, status quo, and fear. None of them are good reasons to stay . . . Though, looking back on the pictures the memories come back, in floods and spoils, about the incredible amount of begging to get him to take a photo, to partially engage in something I do (which, being a writer and with someone who doesn't believe in it . . . ), and the skill changes. There was clear escapism ...