A Piano, A Coat and A Camera

Lavinia Green <<1>>

Well, it's official. 8 months before I go. I wont give up until I hear the words 'life support' slip out of my damn doctors mouth while I'm in a comatose. My name is Lavinia Green and this is my life.

I am 27 years old and live in Anaheim, California. I originally come from a small town in Rhode Island that's already left my mind. I've grown up alone basically, with my mom dying and my dad being a smoking crackhead. My brother left home when he turned 18 and I never saw him again. Good riddance, he did shots with my dad when he was 15.

I have brown hair with green eyes. I have a pale complexion with lots of freckles. I have always wanted a pixie cut and a weird hair color. My nose is small but it had a septum piercing. It's my damn pride and joy.

My body is skinny and curvy. I wish I wasn't covered in scars on my stomach and back. My feet are too big and I am too short. I am 5'2" and I wish I was 5'5". My self confidence is loud in public and quiet at home.

My apartment is in the middle of everything, above a book store. I love books; if I wasn't a photographer I would be a publisher. The bookstore just brings me joy. I walk through the store everyday and smell the lavender and rose candle that's always lit by the owner. Her name is Ruth and if she wasn't 80 I would want her as my sister. For now, she's my best friend. 

We talk every day in the morning, and eat lunch together every Saturday. She lives in the bookstore in the day, and in the evening she goes home. I've never been to her home, but she lets me read her books when she leaves. Ruth has 3 cats: Bobby, Riley and Yule. They're all girls and love their tummies rubbed while you read a book.

I take photos for a living. I photograph and document celebrities and bands. I have taken pictures of the occasional Kardashian/Jenner, 5 Seconds of Summer, All Time Low, Brittney Spears (with her family), Arianna Grande, Nikki Minaj, and many more. I love all their work, and they all are super nice. I have only had a few bad clients, like Taylor Swift and Jeffrey Stars. 

I have the tattoos of birds on my arm. Each one is for how many years I have lived my dream and pursued what I have always wanted; I so far have 5. I have the date my mom died on my shoulder blade and a small paw print on my foot. I love animals so I wanted to remember that animals are the real overlords of our planet. Just kidding, I just really like animals and I want a Corgi one day.

And the part I have dreaded for a long time.

I am terminal in 8 months.

I'll be dead, gone, flop. I have second hand induced lung cancer. My dad smoked all day, all night, in my room, bathroom, kitchen, you name it. I had perfume and body spray to mask it when I go out but I returned to an ashtray of a house. It's one of the many reasons I left him behind. 

My manager, Quincy, has my back. He is one of the only guys in my like who keeps me on my toes and knows everything about. He is my brother, or I wish he was. He is 35 and acts like he is 21. He understand me more than anyone ever did. If he wasn't gay I would date him in seconds. 

Here's my story.