In my old diaries, I found several disturbing self-portraits as I saw myself as a teen. Many of these drawings exaggerated facets of my body that I detested, and many of my writings included neverending lists of improvements I needed to make to myself before I felt good enough. With these stitched selfies, I remediate this by creating many iterations, some aspirational, some more realistic, using the reparative gesture of embroidery. Also displayed are modified crewel kits from the 1970s, the beginning of an ongoing (but slow) series.