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For some reason, blogger is being retarded tonight. Took several strange attempts to get this to upload.

So, I have has an interesting day. I woke up optimistic. I was feeling very good about my sculpture critique, because I felt that my piece was strong. During crit, my instructor said that she thought my design was "flawless." Afterwards, I stayed to have a heart-to-heart with my instructor, who I respect immensely about possibly changing my major to sculpture. I've been feeling very unsatisfied with the photo department, and after I started experimenting with photoshop, I feel like everything about the industry is completely ingenuous. I don't know if I could be happy being a photographer knowing that anything I do can be made better with a computer program. Anyway, I spoke to my professor, and she said that she really saw me going places, and that I had a real aptitude for design. It made me feel like a million bucks.

Then I went to my FANR exam. No problem. Hit it out of the park. In and out in twelve minutes.

This is where the day took a turn.

I headed to visit my mother, who had a birthday card from my grandfather for me. I got it, (it was only 25 bucks) and then went upstairs with her for a minute. I saw some of my old coworkers who promptly told me that I had changed: I had gained weight. This immediately took the wind out of my sails. I was really hurt, so I left. My mother tried to stop me from going, telling me that it was actually a compliment. Really. I left, and now we're not talking.

The rest of the day has been off because of that. I feel really self-concious. My picture for the day is me examining a part of myself that I don't like. I'm too fleshy. I need to lose weight. I hate the way I look and am desperately going to try and lose weight so that I can feel pretty again.