This is a part of 'project 110, going back and re-filling', writing is happening 8ish months after the date.
We were at the end of our Ranikot hike and either of the J's took a photo of me at the resort, by 'angel wings'. It was by far the most disgusting, unflattering embarrassing photo of myself I've ever seen. I was dirty, out of shape, old, unshaven and so raggedy. I was a bit depressed for a couple of days truth be told, send the photo to my sister who said it wasn't fair because the angles were all wrong and I was just done through a hike, but the discrepancy between my self-image and reality was so big it was a big shock to the system.
And that's how I discovered that actually I'm old balding, fat and quite ugly. Yikes. Not that it matters as none of these values define me anyway, it's like a pianist being told actually she's quite a bad taekwondo performer, but it hurts because it's valued generally so much.
Ah well.
Life goes on.
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