Who’s That Girl?
A friend of mine gave me a bit of a shock a while back. We hadn’t been in touch for years and years, and then there was Facebook. Shortly after that there was a picture of me I hadn’t known existed. There I was, in what must have been my third year at university; me and my bike, my torn jeans and my Doctor Martens. I can’t remember the photograph being taken, not at all, but I can well imagine the scene. Friends were lolling around, probably after having finished our finals, I was passing, and stopped for a chat. Someone took my picture, as simple as that.
What shocked me wasn’t so much that there was a picture of me that I didn’t know about, nor that it had been posted without my permission. No, what shocked me was the slightly diffident, unknowingly confident smile of…
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