You think you know, but you have no idea.

Heather Biggs

Outside the bag

The dreamI have a passion for photography. It’s what gets

me out of bed every morning. Sure, I enjoy other things, just not on the same level In which I love photography.

I see things in a different light. I have always looked at things as though I was taking a photo. It’s taught me to really appreciate the world.

Nature and landscape is where my heart truly lies. I love being outside in the mountains, or hiking around. The feeling that I get when I see a huge bull elk, or a baby moose, it’s something I can not describe.

My dream is to one day have a print published in a National Geographic Magazine. I chose to add my dream into my presentation because it’s what keeps me going! My dream is significant because it’s what I strive for.

Eleanor Violet

My sister and her husband gave birth to Eleanor Violet Bunn on July 27th. My first niece, and the first grand child in the family. This is a huge deal. My sister never wanted children. This is a well known fact. Her husband Matt however, wanted an entire soccer team. So after much debate they decided to start a family. I have never seen my sister happier. She is a fantastic mother. Being around Ellie has made me realize that I want to photograph children as a main part of my photography.

Music

I love music more than

most people love their

mother’s. It’s funny that I

word it that way, because

I appreciate music due to

my mother. My mom

raised me on the good

stuff. Classic rock! It’s a

therapy tool for me.

Music touches me. If I

am feeling the blues, I

put on some music and

sing as loud as I can.

Things instantly get

better. This is very

significant to me because

music is how my mother

got through her tough

times when I was a child.

Without music my

mother would be dead.

“One good thing about music, when it hits you feel no pain.”- Bob Marley

I have a tattoo of two Lilies with dots swirling around and music notes. It means the world to me. I have always been a big fan of tattoos ( I have 8) but this one is very special. The significance of this is similar to that of my previous slide. My mother and father fought daily when I was a child. My mom needed medication for her depression, and did not know it. She used music as a form of therapy. She’d lock herself in her room for days at a time and belt out Janis Joplin. The tattoo signifies my mother and I. The swirled dots are the music sheet, and the song is actually American girl by Tom Petty.

MoviesTop 15 favorite movies:

1. Almost famous2. American History

X3. Reservoir Dogs4. Fight Club5. Robin Hood Men

in Tights6. Role Models7. Empire Records8. Chasing Amy9. Big Trouble In

Little China10.Point Break11.Kung Fu Hustle12.Hot Fuzz13.Pulp Fiction14.From Dusk till

Dawn15.Kung Pow

Movies are a huge part of who I am. My sister and I used to play a game where we’d quote a movie, then have to guess which one it was from. We’d spend hours on road trips playing this game. I love all types of movies. This is significant because it’s a big part of my past and present.

Graffiti is NOT a crime

This image speaks for itself. I am a huge fan of Graffiti. Not “throw up” For those of you who don’t know what that means I will break it down for you. Graffiti is art. When people randomly tag their name on buildings and walls with no thought or effort, it’s called throw up. Graffiti has been around for ages. I love almost all forms of art, and can really appreciate tasteful graffiti. I think this is significant because so many people look down on it. I am not one of them.

My other half

My better half

I met Pat March 8th 2010. If you didn’t know ( I’ve probably bragged about him) he’s my amazing boyfriend. We have only been together for a little over a year, but it seems like we’ve known each other for our entire lives. He is hands down, without a doubt my best friend. When I am with him I am a better person. The person I want to be. I know it sounds corny, but it’s true. I love him with my entire heart. This is significant because he is my other half, my better half.

Jessica Flatt

Dude HeatherPretty much rocks!!! So glad we’re friends!!!

First of all, thanks Jessica. You’re my best friend (that I’m not dating) We met at my old job. I worked espresso and Jessica was in customer service. We found out that both of us wanted to go to school for photography, but were both too scared to go back to school. We pushed each other, and here we are. I honestly don’t think I could have done it without her support. She’s such a caring person, and a great friend. We’ve had every single class together since we started school! Sometimes it gets us in trouble, NO MORE NOTES!! For the most part though, it’s great.

Fur e leseFur E lees

My grandma taught me how to play the piano when I was about 7 years old. I wasn’t very good, and I could only get the first three measures right. Over and over again I’d play the beginning of Beethoven’s fur e lees. This is my best memory as a child. Sitting with her on the piano bench listening to her play. I can not hear this song without thinking about my Grammy. I love her, and miss her very much. This is significant because my Grandmother is the only person I’ve ever lost. It has been a very long time, and I am still not even close to being over it. I found one of her broaches the other day, and when I opened it up, it had her perfume in it. Right now I have the biggest smile on my face. It made me remember her. I miss the way she smelled.

Mommy My mother has given me so much in life. For starters, she gave me life! She is the most selfless person I have ever met in my entire life. I wish I was a millionaire so I could buy her a log cabin. That’s pretty much all she wants in life, and she deserves the best friggin log cabin in the world.

My mom has always been there for me, and she is one of the only family members I have who supports my career decision. She believes in me. That means a lot.

She has always encourage me to be creative, and use my imagination. As a child we had toys, lots of them, but we would prefer to play with a stick. It was a sword, or a staff, a magic wand… the list goes on.

My mom was diagnosed with Myasthenia gravis 9 years ago. It is a neuro muscular condition that effects many areas of the body. She went for 9 years before we found out that she was misdiagnosed, and it was the medications she was on that was making her symptoms so severe. It was a very tough patch in life, but my mother is doing much better now. She still has some type of neuro muscular condition that is unknown, but not taking the wrong medications sure has helped.

I am so proud to be her daughter.

The Darkness Inside the bag

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Outside I come off quite happy. I’m not. I have absolutely no self esteem, and have had a struggle with that my entire life. I was called horrible names by my father on a daily basis, and it gave me a huge complex. For the longest time I was unable to eat in front of people. I would physically start shaking. I have never been anorexic or bulimic, I am just mentally tortured by food. I feel guilty every time I eat. I have to justify every meal. It’s not a way to live your life. I have tried to tell myself that I am beautiful inside and out, but it just feels like one big fat lie. This food fear is very significant to add because it’s a big part of why I am the way I am.

Prisoner of my own weight

Alcoholic

Dad’s Best friend

Where do I even start? I have a dad, I just don’t know him. I lived with the guy for 19 years, but I don’t know a thing about him. Probably since the age of 12 my father has been a severe alcoholic. He has had dui’s, rolled cars, driven a car off of a cliff, hit a snow plow and who knows what else. He was verbally abusive and merging on physical abuse. My life was hell, and my mothers wasn’t much better.

The best thing that could have ever happened…My mother caught him cheating. I know this sounds cruel saying that it was a good thing, but it was. My mother didn’t realize how bad it had really become. Three months after their divorce finalized my father went to prison for trafficking fire arms. Apparently he was stealing from his work, and selling the weapons that he stole. Friends and family told us stories, and blew us away. Apparently my father had been gambling for years. He stole money and guns to pay off a huge debt. So do I have a father? Yes, we all do. Do I know him? Nope.

I have

I have been smoking since I was 12. I have been hiding it from my family. I am not ready to quit. I have tried, but fail.

My grandmother died of emphysema. Cause by smoking for years. I am such an idiot. I know this, but it doesn’t change the situation any. HOW CAN I SMOKE, WHEN IT KILLED MY GRANDMA? I don’t know the answer to this. The significance of this is we all have ghosts in our closets.

Why?Just quit

Don’t you care??H

ow could

you?

It’s going to kill you

Disrespectf

ul

Dangerous

Bruised but not brokenI have been through so much

already in my life. I had gotten to a point where I just couldn’t handle it. Four years ago I was put on anti- anxiety, anti depressant medication. It saved my life. I felt like I was going to have a melt down. I could not handle my stress anymore or function like a normal person.

My anxiety got so bad that I was having a hard time leaving my house. If I would go drive somewhere I would have panic attacks about crashing. I had a job interview and physically could not make myself walk in the door. I was shaking and my heart was racing. It was a scary time. I hear people talking about medications and how we as a society don’t need them. This is significant because I do.

Beauty School Drop out

Strike 1-I am in love with cosmetology. I went to Glen Dow Academy of Hair Design. I loved the act of doing hair, just hated the salon environment. I am such a sensitive person that a world full of gossip and cattiness was just not for me.Strike 2-While doing an assignment on a manikin, I started to feel strange. My ears were on fire, and I could barely breathe. I had no idea what was going on. I was going into anaphylactic shock. I physically couldn’t breathe. It turns out I am allergic to Paul Mitchell styling products. I informed the school of the issue, and they failed to keep other students from using my manikin. I could have died, and they didn’t care. So long cosmetology career!

I love you Mommy?

What do you get your mom for Mother’s Day? I got my mom fake flowers! Where did I get

the money you ask? What money?! That’s right, I stole a

Mother’s Day gift for my mom! I was six, but I knew better. I had no money, but really wanted to get her a present. So when I

gave her the flowers, she knew right away that I had no money.

I have never stolen anything else, and felt bad for stealing in

the first place. I added this information because it shows a

bit about my character. Although I may not always make the best decisions, I have great

intentions.

Drama Queen I spent a very long time being ignored as a child. I craved attention. Unfortunately, I would lie and make-up stories in order to get that much needed attention.

I would make up lies and stories randomly. I know for a fact no one believed me, but I couldn’t stop. I liked who I was much more in my fake little world. No one was impressed though.

My own family couldn’t trust me. I lied my way into a hole that I could not climb out of.

It took years to regain trust. This is significant because I did in fact regain trust. I proved myself to my friends and family.

Now Heather,That’s not true!

YEEEEHAWWWW

I joined 4-H when I was 11 years old. I used to barrel race, bronc ride, and have even ridden bulls. I had horses, and live in the country. Most people assume I am a city girl. They are completely wrong. I live out in the country. I no longer have horses, but it’s a big part of my past. I love to camp, fish, hike and ride horses. I’m an outdoorsy girl for sure!

This is significant because people aren’t always what they seem to be. You need to take a second look sometimes.

I love animalsThey taste good…

My entire family hunts. I secretly hate it. As I have gotten older I’ve grown to dislike it even more. I can no longer hunt. Killing an animal makes me so sad. However, I would much rather eat wild meat than store bought food. I know personally that the meat my family hunts is killed humanely. It’s had a nice life out in the wild. I can’t say that much about poor cows who are raised for food.

The concept of raising an animal to eat is not for me as well. I can not have an animal without making it a pet. I guess I have grown soft in my old age ;)

This is pretty significant because it kind of makes me an outcast in my family.

Secrets

I’m afraid of the dark. Yep, that’s right. I am 27 years old, and need a light on when I go to bed at night. I have had nightmares ever since I was a young child. Shadows in my room always scared me. It’s a completely irrational fear, but I can not seem to get over it. As a child I swore up and down that we had ghosts in our house. The shadows would move, and it seemed unreal to me. Now that I am older that aspect doesn’t seem to be present. I think it’s rather unique to be an adult and afraid of the dark, so I added this embarrassing fact about myself.

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