I am beautiful...in the eyes of those who love me because, don't get me started, I loathe having my picture taken and very rarely think that I look good.
|Anniversary Dinner February 2015|
Someone once told me to get over it. If anything ever happened to me, how would my family and friends feel if they didn't have photos to remember me? They aren't going to think that I've got piggy little eyes, or that the size of my chin matters, or that I'm (as a comedian once put it) a little more fluffy than I should be. They are going to remember that I loved them, that I was fun to be around, that I was kind and generous. So, although I can find a dozen things I don't like about this photo above, I know that it's the photo that my husband took with his phone because he wanted to remember me on our special our anniversary evening.