La Arboleda
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In Space
For years I've thought that there was
something about me that people wanted to see, some
sort of mystery in my eyes. But my mind has
betrayed
me, now I know that they are intimidated by my
appearance. There is something freaky in my looks
but
is not in my clothing and neither in my body. I am
going to explain first what it is about.
If you have ever studied the work of Diane
Arbus, a Fine Art Photographer of the 20th century
known for her portraits of freaks you could
understand
what I'm talking about. Her work is somehow related
to me. I don't look like a freak, I am of average
appearance, tall, dark hair and skin, and
attractive,
as some people say. My hair is never on its place, I
have good taste on clothing, but formality is with
me.
I have a huge collection of shoes that I enjoy
wearing
them just to get more. I go to church impeccable and
people there would think that I am pretty normal...