Okay, so this another one of those personal posts, where writing about myself or my feelings is a heck of a lot harder than writing about my family or some crazy spot I got myself into.
But here goes.
So someone (Amy) asked me, why isn't there a picture of me on my blog?
So of course, my sweet husband also wonders, if I am going to continue to post embarassing pictures of him, aren't I going to post embarassing pictures of myself?
Because the truth of the matter is, I don't like to have my picture taken.
I find that I don't like how I look in photos, and I like even less how I feel when I look at pictures of myself. I don't know if it makes sense to anyone else, but when I look at pictures of myself, it isn't a reflection of what I see when I look in the mirror.
Now don't send me a bunch of e-mails about how I shouldn't be down about my looks, blah, blah, blah. That isn't what I am trying to say.
I don't think i'm hideous or anything. In reality, I am finally a point in my life where I like who I am, and I am becoming more comfortable in my own skin.
I just don't like having my picture taken.
In fact, if proof of our existence came only from photographic evidence, then for all intents and purposes, I wouldn't actually exist.
So, in the hopes of proving to future generations that I did exist, here is my first attempt at a self-portrait.
I choose this mirror to take my photo in, because this is in fact the one I look in the most. (I just held the camera up and pushed the button.)
I will keep trying and let you know how it goes.
And just for laughs, this is what I see besides myself when I look in my rearview mirror.