photo editing

I just found this post on Jezebel. I had one of those moments, when I am reading something and I feel like they are talking specifically to me. It creeps me out. And then I remember that I am one of many people in this world and it's not all about me. And the selfishness subsides. And I remember that a lot of us feel the same way about things, we just don't realize it.

Therefore, I thought I'd share it here, as I am pretty sure (and I'm talking to the ladies here) that we all feel this way about the dreaded photos of ourselves. We think: that doesn't look like me AT ALL. That really can't be me. What's up with my hair? My eyes look funny. My chin looks huge. My arms look like chicken wings. Large chicken wings. Can you please delete that? Forever? From the hard drive? Thanks.

This explains things like, why there are no photos of me on this blog, why I have so few photo albums on Facebook, and why I awkwardly often pose for photos with my hand on my hip so as not to see the extent of the size of my upper arms (a trick I learned from Ashley - genius!). If only I didn't care about stupid stuff like this, I think I'd be a lot happier. But I doubt that will happen unless I receive a lobotomy and they take out my self-conscious brain cells that I believe got there from years of watching crap like America's Next Top Model and reading fashion magazines. So until then, I will continue to un-tag myself from any unflattering Facebook photos and cower away from those who are taking pictures. It's all in self-defense.