I can’t remember if I shared this before, but I have visual perception issues.  I’m using fancy words to tell you that what I see in the mirror is not what I see in pictures.  In the mirror, I’m not bad looking.  I love my body shape, and I’m cute in the face.  But baby, when I see pictures of myself, I get slapped back into reality. And that’s a curse, because I love pictures.  I like documenting my life in film (or digitally nowadays).  Looking back at my life gives me joy.  I like seeing young Sareta in her 20’s with her friends.  Or even elementary school sassy pants…