I’ve never been a fan of having my picture taken. I actually despised it at one point. It wasn’t until almost two years ago, when I responsible for planning my mother’s funeral and we were trying to find pictures of her, that I realized, I was becoming my mother. I was leaving no trace of my existence because I was worried I looked fat or the camera didn’t add just 10 lbs but more like 40 lbs in its rendition of me.
After that, I promised, I would begin taking more pictures of myself, having them printed and keeping them accessible. I would allow my picture to be taken by others. I would be ok with it. I admit, I’ve had a drink or four over that decision, but I’ve steadily grown to accept the fact that it’s ok.
I didn’t say I wouldn’t take 15 selfies to get one acceptable shot, but I’m a work in progress. I can say that, honestly, because I know me. Others who know me, would agree. I want my children and friends to have something to remember me by. I see pictures of before I dropped 40 lbs in one year. No wonder I get surprised reactions from those who haven’t seen me in quite awhile. I literally shed four 10-lb bags of potatoes off my body.
I won’t promise I won’t delete this post somewhere down the line, but I was doing a comparison picture today and I found this one that I really do like. Heck, I even took it, which makes it even better. I captured “me”. So enjoy a rare glimpse of me. Future followers of my blog may not get this opportunity.
Life is too precious and too short to not be accepting of yourself. Learn to live for now, because tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone. Life made sure I was well aware of that fact. Without further adieu….