Don't even worry, I don't like this at all. I couldn't even make it look good in black and white. I feel like I like my ideas, but I can't execute them well at all. I would have saved this for another time to try again, but I'm exhausted and I have no other photo ideas that I could make happen tonight.

Sorry I'm being so negative lately. That was actually the inspiration behind this idea, to be honest... so it's sadly ironic that I don't like how this turned out. But, here's the an excerpt from the piece of writing that this was supposed to represent:

"Perhaps we don't like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size, our dimples, our knuckles too big, our eating habits, our disposition. We have disclosed these things in secret, likes and dislikes, behind doors with locks, our lonely rooms, our messy desks, our empty hearts, our sudden bursts of energy, our sudden bouts of depression. Don't worry. Put away your mirrors and your beauty magazines and your books on tape. There is someone right here who knows you more than you do, who is making room on the couch, who is fixing a meal, who is putting on your favorite record, who is listening intently to what you have to say, who is standing there with you, face to face, hand to hand, eye to eye, mouth to mouth. There is no space left uncovered. This is where you belong."
--"Michigan Essay" by Sufjan Stevens

(I would recommend reading the whole thing, if you get the chance... especially if you are a fellow Michigander. Here.)