Due to a recent rash of soul-wrenching lack of self-confidence, I decided to pull myself up by my ever loving bootstraps and really, get over it. Seriously. Part of this, “Get over it,” project is to kick my fear of photos of me.
There are probably about 4 photographs of me in existence today that I don’t, you know, sorta hate. Which means that there aren’t pictures of me with my kids or with my grandbabies. If they forget me someday, there is little evidence I was ever here. That’s kinda sad, right?
Anyway, I’ve committed to taking (and keeping) at least one photograph per day for a whole year (hell no, I’m not posting all of them here), to get past my photo phobia.
I mean, we only get one face, and as far as faces go, I could have done a lot worse. I’m a grandmother of FIVE for heavens sakes. Still, photos have never been my thing, so I’m going to start making photos my bitch. I hope. Because today, I’m kind of feeling it.
What do YOU think?