This was the very first time I felt that I could really express the way I felt about myself in the manner in which I dressed. It was a point at which I put aside feeling sorry for myself and began to improve the way I presented myself to the world.

The photo may be old, but I can still remember the feeling that came over me as I watched this Polariod slowly develop.

This represents the first time that I saw Ellen as I really felt deep down inside.

We allow our minds to lie to us as we stand in front of a mirror. But a photo allow us to view ourselves, detached from the rush of the moment, with a more critical eye.

After each "Purge" this photo somehow survived.

Maybe it was ment to be shared.

On a damp and dreary winter weekend I had left my schedule open so that I might work at trying to express my inner self.

Warming my buns by the fire seemed like a good idea.

The afternoon soon became an evening to warm that part of me that was too often denied. And Ellen had a chance to came out and play.

She was feeling very mellow after a few glasses of wine.

And yes, She felt very sexy also.

This is another photo which I can remember slowly developing.

As a mysterious feminine image slowly unfolded, I felt that I not only could but, should project myself as I felt I should be.

Another photo which survived to be shared.