Okay, now I may be the last person to EVER judge someone else on a picture, because honestly; I don’t do well on pictures.

No seriously. Let’s trash talk me before I continue this blog. I, apparently, blink A LOT. And when there are camera’s around (even on video) I blink even more. So whenever there’s a picture of me, I either have my eyes half open (not pretty) or entirely closed (better, but no good). Then there’s the added bonus of me being nervous, whenever, so every picture of me looks awkwardly tense. Really. I’m not kidding, ask anyone that has a picture of me.

SO.

I’m not sure if this is true, but when I watch model-tv-shows the photographer always yells at the model. Stuff like “Be more fierce”, “Smile with you eyes but not with your face” , “Tuck in your fat” etc.

So, I am genuinely interested in what they told this kid before these pictures. Honestly, what could they’ve said to him to make him look like this?

I know I’ve been very obsessive about my birthday but this is like.. the reason I live. Obviously.

Celebrating the day I was born just fills my body with butterflies and pie. It just makes me so intensly happy and apparently the reason why I now have enough body lotion and showergel to mosturise the entire population of China.

I love my friends and family and I love it when there’s balloons and birthday decoration and snacks and candy and presents and just, people being happy and being nice to me.

AND THERE’S MORE TO COME! Party number 7 is next saturday. I’ve loved every second of the first 6 and I know I’ll love number 7 just as much. Love love love.

Love love.

weeeeeeee

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