This is me. Donning second hand gum boots and very old work clothes (jeans once belonging to my husband and a jumper I have owned since I was 16).
This is a real, non photoshopped self portrait, set amongst my beloved garden.
For years I have wondered the potential harm we create for our growing daughters, when they look into the mirror then compare what they see against their mother’s highly photoshopped portraits, at the same age.
Something to ponder (or not) over the weekend.