So I have been working this evening on my self portrait, my first in paint, and since I have gotten very good about drawing from life but not good at making things up, about half way through my progress I actually went and put on the shirt that I am wearing in the painting.

(Mind you, this is a painting in progress.)
Upon approaching my work again, I had a brief flash of the feeling of embarassment you would get showing up to a party in the same outfit and hair as another girl.
A second later I reasoned with myself: the "other girl" is a painting I did of me wearing one of my shirts. I cautioned myself to keep my feet on the ground and sat down to work.
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