When I was a kid my mom forced my sisters and I to eat this horrid dinner she had made. It was an awful tuna casserole and tears were streaming down my face as I gagged through my three bites of compromise. I felt little vindication when my mom finally tried it and then agreed it was foul. The damage was done.
Unbeknownst to the photographer, I was silently reenacting that moment.
Unbeknownst to me, I looked fucking awful.
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