Okay. Yesterday, Nicole sent me the photos she took of me on her mobile when I had gotten ready for Sajid's wedding on 24th March 2012. The day two of my being concussed. Which is why there were only four decent ones of the 11 she took. And I look like death in all of them but the one in which it looks like I'm doing magic tricks. If I had remembered my camera, they would have been clearer. I've put one up as my FB profile photo. I'm waking up, popping and just doing what I WANT to do. Rebelling... whatever. I love being this version of freedom - the wind in my hair, me being my own person. Not bowing down to mother, father, reglion, ayatollah, Sidra, Tazeen, Imran.. Ali.... any single person.... At least I can control something... or at least I can let go of being right and proper. Or whatever. I'll put the hijab one back on soon. It's an experiment for myself. I'll get better photos taken when I've lost weight - I look quite overweigh...