I recently saw this picture floating around on Instagram and it struck a chord with me.
So, BEHOLD: Anna's Sunday Selfie.
And for more than just a physical image, here's a brief sum up of the details of myself on this day, Sunday, when this photograph was taken in order for you to imagine a mental image of the very essence of me enough so that you could possibly see how my uncleaned hair is held up by 12 different and possibly/probably unnecessary Bobbi pins, or how my skirt is slightly askew as if I had gotten dressed all too quickly, or how the flesh of my limbs is cold, clam-y and covered in goosebumps from the chill outside or how you could even smell the butter and bacon grease still lingering on my hands...there. It's as if you're standing right next to me.
Are you grossed out sufficiently?