When did I stop being in family photos? Or at least, when did the number drop significantly? There are a couple of answers:
First, the babies. I went picture crazy when my kids were born. I love those guys to bits.
Second, I'm the family photographer so I'm usually behind the lens, not in front.
Third, I gained weight and began to detest the few pictures of me that sneaked through. Especially now with the Internet, well meaning family members would snap a few pictures at family gatherings and send them by e-mail. How I hated seeing that pudgy, ruddy face of mine. (My mom, of course, always said I had lovely rosy cheeks. Contrast that with the esthetician in Paris who gave me my first facial ever, back in the early 80s. She said I had "rougeurs diffuses"--blotchy skin. They really know how to make a girl feel good in Paris!)
Fourth, I'm getting old. The die-hard feminist in me is now actually thinking non-surgical face-lift. Arg!!!
But I'm happy to announce that things are changing!
I have decided to post my Obama T-shirt picture on my profile. I still would like something better, but I'm tired of hiding my face! Yes, it does make a difference to feel better about yourself. I have invested in some new clothes, including a pair of really skinny, low-slung jeans. Maybe in a few weeks, I'll post a picture of myself wearing them.
I'm not getting any younger, but I AM getting healthier and I'm not going to hide it either!
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