Day 15: When self portraits go wrong. And right.

I know I mentioned before that I am attempting to get in front of the camera more often as I hide behind it for various intentional and unintentional reasons.

I took about 20 pics of me today because hey, I was having an okay hair day, a not so bloated face day, an a load of cleavage. The last part is every day but in every other pic taken of me today at a friend's party it was HEY LOOK MICHELLE'S CLEAVAGE pics.

I even intentionally wore an 'appropriate' shirt. Think I need to reevaluate the appropriateness of my wardrobe or get used to showing off the tatas. (Because after a decade and a half of them I'm not familiar???)

Anyhow. So the photo of them all which I found appropriate is, strangely, the one where I see the most flaws. I see the small scar on the bridge of my nose. I see that uneven skin tone and the weird freckles that aren't quite 'cute' but aren't 'all over crazy'. I see the wrinkles (WRINKLES!) and the shininess in parts of my skin. The dullness of my hair which needs to be dyed again but it's been so long I enjoy the bottom where it's my hair before the 'g' word joined in. It's 4 letters long and is a color which people my age should not own. It also makes my hair just look dusty lame. My smile a little off. My teeth WAAAAAY too ugh colored (white out? Where are you?!)

But strangely? I like this pic of me.



I see a real smile. I see the last bit of a laugh in my eyes from Lily demanding I hurry up already gooooooosh. I see the wrinkles which came from JOY around my eyes! I see some inner confidence! I see happiness. I see the real me caught in a pic. Imperfections and all but me.

I also caught my alter ego the serial killer.



Watch out for this one she's FREAKY.

(Note: This was take 943134224 when, after a half dozen pics with my eyes closed, I FORCED my eyes open. That was teh first, and last, time I ever try that. Though it cracks my shit up.)