That’s the secret they don’t put in the brochures. Identity is muscle memory. If you wear enough faces, your own starts to feel like a costume. I have to look at photographs of myself—real ones, from before I started doing this professionally—just to remember the shape of my own smile.
And the worst part? People keep buying. Because the lie is easier. The lie smells like the person they lost, laughs like the person they miss, and never, ever tells them the hard truth. sapphire foxx from her perspective
I’ve had to move cities because of clients like that. That’s the secret they don’t put in the brochures
He hugged me. He called me “Grandma.” He told me things he’d never told anyone. I have to look at photographs of myself—real
Maybe I’m just a collection of other people’s mannerisms stitched together with guilt and good intentions.