I had never been the “pretty girl”. Goofy maybe. A space cadet. Lazy, slow, a daydreamer, unmotivated and all the other cliché names that go along with ADHD. I remember the day I took this picture. I remember looking at it. I’m not a 15 year old selfie snapper nor do I have an insatiable need to put myself out there. Introverted and hesitant I’m more at home behind a camera than in front of one, but this sight. This sight of myself stripped bare with no make up at age 50 plus. I didn’t flinch. I wasn’t repulsed. I noticed the lines around my eyes. I didn’t wish away the years. I merely thought to myself, “this must be how God sees me.” And then I cried. Because of course this is how God sees me. Perfect.