selfie
The older I get, the less often I look in the mirror, and the more often I shrink away from cameras. Just now I was trying to get a picture of the dogs and hit a button that flipped the view around. From cute little pup to--bam--doughy-faced, double chinned me. The loathing I felt when I saw that image took me by surprise. I've clearly done a good job hiding from myself because that sight really was a shock. God, she's hideous . I looked at myself and saw all the fat blobby ladies I felt scorn for through all those early, more attractive years of my life. God. I'm not talking about a mild hmm that feature can change or maybe less of a chin . It was the entire thing, details and big picture, that I loathed. It was rather amazing how much I disliked that image. This isn't going to work , I thought. I can't walk around feeling that much disdain for me. Anyone else, sure--as in, someone else can feel that way about me. Or I can feel that way about someone else...