The shape of my hand tells the story of my maternal grandmother, and that of her father, just as the shape of my face tells the story of not only this same grandmother, but her daughter, my mother. My mouth is the same shape as my brother’s. This is what I think when I see my reflection or a picture of myself — that I am seeing not only my own reflection or likeness, but the people I come from.
Who I Am From
Who I Am From
Who I Am From
The shape of my hand tells the story of my maternal grandmother, and that of her father, just as the shape of my face tells the story of not only this same grandmother, but her daughter, my mother. My mouth is the same shape as my brother’s. This is what I think when I see my reflection or a picture of myself — that I am seeing not only my own reflection or likeness, but the people I come from.