a pretty day [open]

[Scarlet Ava Kraft]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] I hope the air will serve to remind you, That my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath, And my words are as timed as the beating in my chest. sunday, november 15 at 4pm Scarlet smiled at a hand held mirror before placing it back inside her camera case. Her eyes were painted with silver and purple makeup while her lips were glossy. When she woke up this morning, she felt miraculous. She had not eaten in a couple days and she felt pretty. That is how she ended up in a place surrounded by trees. Whenever she felt this way, she couldn't help but put some type of make up on and head out with her camera. The only thing that could bring her down today was the fact that her right eye over leaked when makeup was applied to it, so she had to fix it repeatedly. With a sigh escaping her lips, she set up her camera onto a tripod. She loved photography, but she hated how she was always behind the camera. Sometimes she wished that she could be photographed, but the voice inside her always told her that she couldn't because she was too heavy. Why would anyone want to use her as a subject. A frown drowned her face as she shook away her thoughts. Scarlet reapplied her silver eye shadow before continuing onto setting up the timer on her camera. "Stupid leak." she cursed herself as she once again looked into the hand held mirror. She examined her hair and tossed it as she examined the dark waves and the bobby pin that held her bangs back. Finally she was acceptance in what she did and started posing for herself. Scarlet was not in any photography class, nor in a club. She did this for pure enjoyment of the way the lens captures things. But when she photographed herself, she couldn't help but wonder if it was just to see how skinny she looked. She posed multiple times in the snow, showing off her legs in her jean shorts. Normally she would be shivering in the first step outside. But today she felt warm, the thoughts inside would not get out. Not today. After taking multiple shots of herself; face, body, trees and the snows. She took a couple 'crotch' shots. Something she liked to do to see if her legs touched. She did many shots of these in different positions; leaning, crouching, skipping. Any possible stance. Her mission from beauty was faltered into the obsession of her disorder. Reviewing the pictures, embarrassment filled her already blushed face. Scarlet couldn't see the beauty in her pictures like she saw in her hand mirror. Another sigh, another day ruined to the camera. She sat down near her tripod and took the camera off of it before taking one final picture of her legs sitting down. "Fat" she thought, and continued thinking as she went through her camera. She hadn't expected her day to turn out this way, she figured she should have just went to the library and search for the fictional books of her disorder like, Stick Figure or Love Sick. She sighed once more, "Where do my thoughts take me." she thought aloud as she continued through her shots of the 'pretty' day. words: 513 - tags: open - outfit: link