I looked at that picture and I thought to myself, "Man, I miss that face!" My mother tells me all the time that I still look very much like the baby she remembers giving birth to 30+ years ago. I love her for saying these things to me, and I know she means what she says, but she's my mother and the big forehead, the large eyes and the full mouth are reminiscent of baby Falanya for her. For myself, when I look into the mirror I see the acne scarred, pre-maturely lined, and ever expanding Lupus ravaged face that I've been getting too used to looking at everyday.
Then I read the following poem written by Leti @Dreaminloudy that she posted on her blog: