I'm having a very strange day.

You'll have to forgive me here for my posing and hubris, but I took photos of myself last night and I barely recognised myself. As below:







The rest: ( Poses, I supposes )

And I'm like, have I always looked like that?

I'm not saying I'm going to win any awards for being a looker, far from it and I'd be affronted if anybody thought so. It's just that I seem to be seeing myself totally differently. And it can't be a camera trick - those were taken in the bathroom on a really crappy phone camera. And those are Shaun the Sheep pyjamas, by the way. Yes, I know, shut up :P

I didn't quite get a chance to explain my babble from the other day. It's just as if I finally get it. I feel so different, I can't even tell you. The realisation that I am not an awful, evil person, but just, well, a person, is a huge one. I'm human, and imperfect and flawed and good and bad and all those other things. But whatever other labels I or others give me - I am still a person. That won't change.

I'm not so very extraordinary. Thankfully, that means I can't be as bad as I until recently thought I was. That is such a relief to figure out. It's a wonderful thing.