When I found pictures of my father’s parents at a young age, I saw physical characteristics that I inherited. I’m very grateful for the slim build and full hair but I could have done without the refugee look.
We have narrow faces and after 40 we don’t photograph well. It’s not just me. When my brother and sister-in-law were in the car accident, although my brother was in much better shape he photographed like a cadaver. My SIL, on the other hand, sustained major trauma and looked like a tired beauty queen. (I treasure my life too much to include my brother’s picture here.)
I’ve noticed it at reunions too. Throw in a tad of resting bitch face too. You can easily pick us out! That translates into bad selfies. (Maybe it’s my cell phone. Maybe I need a fancier phone that does makeovers!)
Several years ago, I tried to take a shot of myself for my blog. I gave up with my phone and used my camera instead. It only took 200 shots to get one that wasn’t super offensive (and didn’t alert the Frankenstein patrol). There is the angle, chin pitch, lighting and a bunch of other things that have to be right. When that all works, my eyes are closed! Argh!
All that was a preamble (or a rant). Last week I bought new glasses. I’m fussy about glasses. They have to be lightweight (my nose gets cranky) and smaller sized. Many of the adult frames are too wide for my face. That narrows my selection considerably.
My last pair were frame-less which hides a lot of sins. I wanted to get a pair with a partial rim but narrow. Oh yes, I also wanted a pop of color – like burgundy or purple. I may have been looking for a unicorn.
I narrowed it down to three pair from two different stores. I really needed another opinion. I decided to take selfies at the stores to show the beloved husband. Even though I purposefully cut off my chin, I had a concentration camp look. I made the decision on my own.
When I explained the whole dilemma to the beloved husband, he looked at the selfies. He is still laughing. He assured me I don’t look anything like that in person. Yes, I believe him. God bless that man!