Way, way back in 1989, I was a finalist in the “Face of the Future” modeling contest. When I arrived at the actual finals, I noticed that I was six years older and a good six inches shorter than most of the other contestants. (To be fair, I was wearing flats; everyone else wore heels. To paraphrase Agador-Spartacus, “I do not wear heels because they make me fall down.” ) Even though I was clearly not what they were looking for, my brother called me “the Face” for an entire year. (This is much better than Space Alien Baby, which is what he called me for most of 1988. I have no idea why.
One aspect of the truth that is becoming emergent from all of my research, is that truth depends on perception.
That boggles me.
Why isn’t truth absolute?
Because it can’t be proven without a doubt, because it involves people.
For example, in Sharon Dogard’s excellent book” Annexed, she retells the story of Anne Frank’s attic exile from Peter’s perspective.
Ellen Feldman also explores Peter’s perspective in her book The Boy who loved Anne Frank. Both of these books build on a character that most people think they know. I have written about this before, but it seems resonant in light of the train of thought I am trying to catch. (Maybe the train is going to run over me; who knows? )
What if the only truth anyone knew of you was from someone else who only knew one part of you?
It’s done all the time, especially in this world of online dating and the like. We perceive the truth entirely from one perspective. What face is the truth? Is it our own?
I am reading another book as I finish up Gated Grief. This book is also an investigative memoir. I find these interesting because when one does not leave behind one’s own story, their personal truth is the only face that survives.
Because although I was at what I think is my most attractive in 1989, I know that I am so much better than the 20 year old me with Big Dallas Hair. I now know that what is in my head is much more important that what is on my head. My face is much braver than it was then.