I am not photogenic. Not even slightly. I mean, I look in the mirror and think – okay! Not bad for 47! Then someone snaps a photo and bam! Not good. Goofy, yes.
Today I saw a pic of myself and it was BAD. Really bad. And no, I’m not posting it here.
But instead of crazy self loathing, I laughed! I giggled. There might have even been a snort in there.
And I let it go.
I can’t tell you what a massive step this is for me! It’s one thing to want to be loved for who you are – but I needed to embrace my tall, curvy, sometimes comical looks – and love myself!
Such a sweet, sweet moment… (but also a good reminder to not sit that way when someone has a camera out… sigh.)