UPDATE 12/10/14: I have now shown my face to y’all LOTS of times….and you are always so very gracious and kind. Which is exactly what I think will happen when you show your face to those you love 🙂
** This post is a little more serious than my usual ones…cause I am really serious about this. So, ya’ll just pay attention when you read this and try not to smile or laugh at any part of it. Cause it’s serious. I mean it. **
I have albums and albums filled with pictures of birthday parties, holidays, get togethers, special events and just plain every day stuff.
As I scroll through them I smile when I see my ever-changing family, reminisce on good times and think about when we’ll get together again. These pictures of my friends and family help me remember the good times, and engage my brain in happy thoughts. And if these pictures are older, I marvel at the baby Tater was and how she has grown SO MUCH in 6 short years. I look back at my now-grown son when he was a boy and realize I did the best I could as a single mom, raising him alone until Mac came along and became the father he needed. I see pictures of my parents and notice the subtle (and not-so-subtle) changes in appearance and wonder if I’ll look just like my mom does now or if I’ll have my dads characteristics.
But there’s something missing from all my photo albums.
It’s more than “I’m always the one taking the picture”….that’s almost always a given. It’s because I don’t like to have my picture taken. I don’t think my pictures look very good, so I’ll just shake my head and say, “Oh that’s ok, ya’ll just get together and I’ll take your picture.” And when Mac says, “But it looks just like you”, I recoil, and say, “Surely not!”.
And I need to get the hell over it.
When I’m dead and gone, hopefully a long, long time from now, I want Tater, and the rest of my family to know what I looked like. I believe they’ll look at those pictures of me and remember how fabulous I was, or how funny, or that I could bake the hell out of a box of brownies. And that I could drive really good, too. They might even remember my fondness for lipstick, margaritas and hairspray.
But what I DON’T believe they’ll be thinking, as they peruse the photo albums, is “Damn, look at that chin! She almost has TWO!” or “Wow, her thighs sure were huge….and LOOK AT THAT BUTT!”. NO, I don’t think that’ll be the 1st things they say (and it’d probably won’t be the last thing they say either, but if it is, I’ll be back to haunt them ~ they’ll look in the mirror and I’ll be plucking chin hairs like a boss).
So, I say this with love:
Take the damn picture. And when you are with other women and the camera and phones come out, TAKE THEIR PICTURE.
And keep taking the pictures until they are happy with it ~ be THAT kind of girlfriend. You know what we all do…..we say, “Let me see that picture.” And then we proceed to tear it apart and say things like “Oh, I look awful, delete that” or “Holy Crap, I’m too fat/short/skinny/pale/dark/tall/ugly/flat/round/chubby/insert other demeaning remark”.
So offer to take a picture of your best friend, your girl friend, your co-worker, your cousin, your sister, and any other girls you see….and then insist when they balk.
And when you take that picture, let them see it….and if they don’t like it, take another. And another. And another…until they are happy with what they see.
Let’s not wait til we’re the perfect size, the perfect shape, have the perfect hair or outfit or our makeup isn’t just right. Let’s not think about how you used to look or how you want to look. Just take the damn picture ~ this IS us, this IS how we really look….and people LOVE us just the way we are.
I’m gonna take a deep breath now, cause I’m putting my face in your hands…here’s a pic of… ME. Yep, never before published outside my little circle of friends and family. Be kind, people…be kind.
PS ~ Tater took this picture this Spring when we were getting ready to go somewhere. She said, “Sasha can I take your picture, you look pretty”. OF COURSE. And then I began the training…”Let me see that picture, baby girl…oh, let’s take another one” because both my chins were showing in the 1st one. And the 2nd one made me look a little homicidal. The 3rd one had one eye closed. THIS is the 4th take and I’m pretty happy with it. So~take the picture…as many times as you need to til you’re happy 🙂
And for the love of Kodak, smile a little, too, okay?
Thanks for reading my blog ~ if you want to leave a comment, I promise I’ll read it and respond because I LOVE comments. And if you really love it, share it with your friends and have a margarita while you’re reading the blog out load. At the bar. With other people near by. It’s even FUNNIER then! 🙂 Cheers!