a tall personality

Is this a pretty picture of me?  Should I put it on facebook?  Someone might see it and then know that sometimes I'm not as pretty as I am in other pictures.  I know I'm just not as objectively attractive as some no matter how flattering the picture.  But does this one qualify as 'pretty' to someone who has never seen me before?   Do I trust someone who doesn't know me to see that I am brave because this picture is hiding none of my flaws?  The wrinkles around my eyes, the dark shadows under them, my wider nose, my puffy cheeks that hide my cheekbones. That's the honest way I look.   Why is this hard?  I think who I am is beautiful and what I look like cannot be separated from who I am.  I was hiking, I was in the mountains, I was awe-struck by the beauty around me, I was totally happy.  It makes me sorrowful to reflect on how much I worry about if I look pretty. Every girls wants to be told they are pretty, right? No.  I thought yes, until I

Every summer I find a new "thing" that my summer ends up revolving around.  This summer it has been frisbee.  Finally it came back to bite me and I "separated my shoulder" by running into someone.  I'm actually not exactly sure what that means, all I know is that my shoulders look quite different now (see exhibit A below, the shoulder on the left is the hurt one) and that it hurts A LOT. I have been trying not to do anything that would re-injure my shoulder so I have been reading, going for walks, visiting friends, etc.  I even went out in a thunderstorm just for some adventure. Provo pre-thunder storm Provo post thunder storm But then I got bored.  And I watched A River Runs Through It.  And I started aching for mountains and rivers and fresh air and maybe a little bit of danger!  So when my friend called to see if I wanted to go mountain biking with him, I said yes and took some pain killers. At least when I make bad decisions, th