A Person

I don't really know how self portraits work or if there are certain requirements that you have to uphold to make something a true self portrait. My general understanding is that it has to be something of you. Something that you created or thought up about yourself.
If someone were to ask me, "Are you a vain person?" I would want to give a modest and well thought out answer. Something that would make people think that I am a beautiful and confident woman who takes no notice if I am a beautiful and confident women.
But that would not be true. I care about my thin hair and squinty eyes and small stature. I look in the mirror more than I would like to admit, and I put too much effort into my appearance.
I do not say this to fish for compliments or to get people to tell me that I am wrong and beautiful. I say this because I want to be honest with myself and others.
I am vain.
Some days more than others. Somedays I really don't care; I throw my hair up and walk around in a big t-shirt and spandex shorts. But somedays, when the right people are around and giving me slightly superior looks, I am very vain.
Today I am posting a small series of self portraits. Not because I want to flaunt anything or get people to tell me nice things, not even because they have some deep, wonderful meanings.
But rather because I am just a person. And these are just photos from the past year that show a little of who I am as a person. A  flawed, vain, reluctantly poetic person.