The best part about cleaning your room is that you find stuffs you never knew existed. Looking at my room, and the mess that it was, I finally decided to clean it. As I began to organise my book shelf, a picture fell out of one of the books. I hastily picked it up. It was a really old picture, of my father and me on a beach. And there I was, reminiscing about how beautiful life was back then. It’s amazing how a picture can bring back a thousand memories. The world around me stopped for a while. My father, smiling and looking as handsome as he always does and then there was this hideous creature beside him, Me. But the one thing caught my attention was how happy I looked in that simple picture. I realised that the captures nowadays, or selfies as we call them, never reflects our true emotions. A zillion filters and makeup apps, all the posing and perpetual pouting may make you look perfect , but never happy. But there I had in my hands a picture of mine, so bizarre yet so beautiful, perfect in all it’s imperfections.