I have this picture of myself, standing on a beach with my feet touching some water that they had never touched before. I’m smiling and the sun it reflecting off of my tussled brown hair. If you look closely, you would see my neck with all of its red, lined glory. Hiding (or trying to hide) those marks with tulasi beads wasn’t much of a help and neither was what those stupid beads were meant to try to do for me.
This picture is so funny to me though. The smile appears genuine and real but the feeling it reflected was just a mask. My mind was already made up when this picture was taken – I was going to try again and I was going to succeed.