time machine

I have often wondered how I will look when I get older. I have a hard time referring to my mother for anything beyond wrinkles since she has red hair, green eyes and freckles. My father is Serbian and he has given me a darker complexion. They both gave me a nose.

The one person I turn to with hope is Anjelica Huston, who I believe I will look very similar to a few decades down the road.

I once read an interview with her where she admitted that she was thankful she didn’t heed the advice of Hollywood agents and get a nose job, that she had learned to love herself for who she was. I think of her when I get a bit down on my looks.

I hope to be so stunning and powerful.

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