When my drinking started getting completely out of control, my body changed drastically. My arms and legs were twigs, and my stomach and face swelled. I looked horrific. Sick. Dying. Because I was. Now that I’m five months sober, I look, well, like me again. I’ve started a Flickr set to document the beginning of the year I started looking at myself again, starting on my birthday, June 30th. It’s work for me. It’s still very hard for me to look at myself, to look at the person who almost died due to my own emotions and resulting actions, who medical professionals were convinced was not going to make it. But I’m doing this as a project of survival, and the beginnings of accepting and loving myself – maybe for the first time.