I’m not sure what makes me me to others. That seems weird to say. But I don’t feel like I have a regular look. Maybe all my looks are me.

I don’t really know which look people know me for. Do I just resemble them all? Sometimes I don’t recognize the person in the picture that’s supposed to be me.

Every picture of me shares a story. A moment in my life. Some strange journey that was captured showcasing who I am.

I know that I’m not afraid to be silly. I don’t have just one look either it seems. I also don’t have a signature smile. I smile, I smirk, I grin..

But I am me. Whoever you think I am- I probably am. That’s me.