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87/365: 1968-1969
Thursday, 21 August 2008.
(Explore #37)
40 Years in 40 Days [ view the entire set ]
An examination and remembrance of a life at 40.
For the 40 days leading up to my 40th birthday, I intend to use my 365 Days project to document and remember my life and lay bare what defines me. 40 years, 40 qualities, 40 days.
Year 1: 1968-1969
I was born September 29, 1968 at 10:15 am in the Santa Clara County Hospital in San Jose, California. My mother and father were 16 and 18, respectively -- high school sweethearts who'd gotten themselves into a bit of trouble. They married, and then were divorced a couple years later.
When I was born, I had shoulder length, black hair (by the time I was two, it had changed to near-platinum blonde, then slowly worked its way back to brown after that). Hair dressers always remark on how much hair I have, and it always makes me laugh, because they have no idea how much it has always been thus!
It's quite possible that this is just a dream I had later, but I'm fairly certain that I remember getting a bath in the sink. For that to be true, I had to be pretty tiny, which would put me under a year old. I believe this is my first memory.
Who am I?
I am my vanity.
I was a very insecure kid, not pretty like the popular girls. I grew into an adult female body early, so I was called fat long before I ever actually got fat. But, I was always praised for my smile, and for my thick, wavy hair. For a very long time, those were the only things I liked about myself. I have managed to eradicate most vanity from my life, but those remain. It bothers me to my core that my hair turned gray early. I am driven mad by the fact that I had to have a crown put on one of my visible teeth, and that the color could not be matched exactly (my teeth have an almost translucent bluishness to them that the lab could not duplicate).
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87/365: 1968-1969
Thursday, 21 August 2008.
(Explore #37)
40 Years in 40 Days [ view the entire set ]
An examination and remembrance of a life at 40.
For the 40 days leading up to my 40th birthday, I intend to use my 365 Days project to document and remember my life and lay bare what defines me. 40 years, 40 qualities, 40 days.
Year 1: 1968-1969
I was born September 29, 1968 at 10:15 am in the Santa Clara County Hospital in San Jose, California. My mother and father were 16 and 18, respectively -- high school sweethearts who'd gotten themselves into a bit of trouble. They married, and then were divorced a couple years later.
When I was born, I had shoulder length, black hair (by the time I was two, it had changed to near-platinum blonde, then slowly worked its way back to brown after that). Hair dressers always remark on how much hair I have, and it always makes me laugh, because they have no idea how much it has always been thus!
It's quite possible that this is just a dream I had later, but I'm fairly certain that I remember getting a bath in the sink. For that to be true, I had to be pretty tiny, which would put me under a year old. I believe this is my first memory.
Who am I?
I am my vanity.
I was a very insecure kid, not pretty like the popular girls. I grew into an adult female body early, so I was called fat long before I ever actually got fat. But, I was always praised for my smile, and for my thick, wavy hair. For a very long time, those were the only things I liked about myself. I have managed to eradicate most vanity from my life, but those remain. It bothers me to my core that my hair turned gray early. I am driven mad by the fact that I had to have a crown put on one of my visible teeth, and that the color could not be matched exactly (my teeth have an almost translucent bluishness to them that the lab could not duplicate).
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