Tuesday, 17 February

Very Rude Awakenings. I abhor having my picture taken. Occasionally, I take a good photo. You'll notice my profile photo, always visible in the upper left corner, is typically a lovely photo taken from a flattering angle and often, photoshopped to bits. But basically, I look like crap in pictures. Which is to say, basically, that I look like crap in reality. The problem is, I don't like how I look and seeing it in a photo makes it harder for me to live in a comfortable denial of that.
I was very dodgey all weekend, trying to make sure I stayed away from being in any photos at all. (I'm usually the one taken the photos so it is usually not an issue). But unfortunately - there was a photo taken, for me and anyone linked to me on Facebook to see. How humiliating. How undeniable. Wrinkles, bags and pastier than a ghost. Omigod.
Want a good, proverbial kick in the ASS to get cosmetic surgery? Have someone photograph you - with bad lighting, an uncomplimentary outfit, on a windy day and post it to the internet.
So what is the moral of this tale? Botox, more sleep, get some sun and stay out of the camera's way. (What - you were expecting something more profound?) When I was younger, I always thought it was silly when people put up their hand when a camera came out or someone would duck into another room avoiding physical proof of their existence - now as I approach middleage (ugh, even the word is ugly) I find myself avoiding the camera as well. It's sad, being a parent and thinking like that - I want Olivia to be completely happy with who she is and accepting everything that god has given her but for me right now, it's hard looking into the mirror without cringing.