Old pictures really do hold some vivid powers, to take us back, take us into a world of imagination, of what was and what could've been. I have an old picture with my mother, on a train in Bombay, we went to India for a little vacation and I was only 2 or 3 years old, that picture there speaks to me. Even though I don't remember much from back then, I still look at that picture sometimes, to assess, what has changed and what hasn't, how I've grown and progressed ahead. It has been quite a bumpy ride so far, and a long path to go still, I guess.
Yet, no matter what happens in life at the moment, or in the future, I now know quite well about one thing, and that is who I am as a person. I now accept myself wholeheartedly, even though once upon a time I didn't; growth, self-evaluation and steady progress, that's the pah I see for now.
and btw Milly, you were quite a stylish gal back then too, so wit and beauty both huh? What more could one ask for? Cheers ☕️🖤
Your comment made me smile 😊
Yes, it's amazing how much we gather about ourselves when we look back at old photos. Me, I never liked any photos of myself back then. I was a handful to deal with because I was a questioning person. It all falls into place now, and when I look back at my photos now, I know deep within how far I've come.
I had fun and fashion and enjoyed making my own clothes for an individual style which my friends were fascinated with, and lovingly mocked me. Now that I'm back home I see a lot of my clothes in my closet, and I would love to find a mini-me to hand them down to:)))
I used to take a lot of photos back in the days, now it's not even close. These smartphone front cameras are of no use to me haha. Back in the days I'd put in the effort to setup a whole camera, or just to turn "not-so-smartphone" phone backwards to get a proper selfie haha.
Cheers to that, love it. 🥃🖤
Mock? Really? I say both the outfits here are just fab, absolute classic looks.
Better go on a "mini-me hunting spree" then, making sure those clothes are in the right hands. Most of my older clothes are usually confiscated by my younger brothers, and during winter a lot of it is given away to needy.
Haha! No, my friends thought it was hilarious that I was comfortable wearing my own 'style' regardless of what anyone else thought.
I am the youngest, so there was never anyone to hand my clothes down to except girls in the village. I'm not familiar with the ones around now, but my mother does and collected some that she will donate for me:)))
Well, I can't say that I myself haven't had similar experiences. I guess it's quite a common scenario when it comes to our younger selves and our experiences with our friend circle.
That's the trick I'd say, my mother does the same whenever she gets the chance. Our mothers are always there to save the day haha.