SOME things in life have been designed with the sole purpose of humiliating and reducing some people to spectacles of ridicule. Such has been my experience with photographers and their product over the years.
I can still remember the first time my mother took her four eldest children to a photo studio. Even at eight years old, I was painfully aware that my short, static-ridden hair defied gravity, in a way that made me look as if I’d just stuck my finger in an electrical socket for a few minutes. To further embellish this image, I also sported an eyepatch to correct a lazy eye.
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