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.