Hear me out.
Growing up, I was never a confident person. I was not the prettiest girl in school, or the most popular, and I had two sisters who ganged up on me and told me (often) that I was ugly. After I graduated high school and met The Hubby, he helped me to realize that I am, in fact, good-looking after all. As I've gotten older, I've grown more comfortable in my body and with my looks, and now I'd say that I have a pretty healthy self-image and am confident that I am an attractive woman.
Or, at least I thought so--until recently. Very often as of late, this has been a common occurrence: I get dressed, put on my makeup and do my hair, and think, Hey! I look pretty today! I strut around the house, feeling all Megan Foxy, like this:
|Oh, you like my hair? This is what it looks like when I don't have time to mess with it!|
Then, for one reason or another, I wind up in a photo or on a webcam, and the reality is more like this:
|Oh, you like my pasty, shiny skin? This is what I look like in the winter--DEAL WITH IT!!|
I'm not comparing myself to Megan Fox because that would be ridiculous (and completely against my New Year's resolution). I just think I may be losing my looks--or my ability to be photogenic. I'm really hoping it's the latter, because the idea that I've deluded myself into thinking that I'm prettier than I actually am is more than a little embarrassing, and slightly depressing.
But really, what is the harm in feeling attractive? At least I'm not moping around the house, refusing to leave because I feel like a hideous troll. As long as people don't constantly take photos of me and tag them on Facebook without my permission, I should be alright. I mean, they couldn't be any worse than the one I just posted anyway, could they? And as for all the photos from my own camera, well, that's what Photoshop is for. Who needs psychotropic medication when you have modern technology?