Up until now I haven't really been following the August Break prompts. But today's challenge was a selfie, aka a self-portrait, and I couldn't resist.
I used to be one of those people who hated having her picture taken. Well, technically I still am, but the section on self-portraiture in Susannah Conway's This I Know laid it out in a way that finally made sense: when someone else takes a picture of you, you have no control. On the other hand, when you take a picture of yourself...you see where I'm going with this. After reading that I started shooting selfies like they were going out of style--and it was bliss. I could delete (or hide or throw away) all the bad ones. I could tweak and reposition until I got everything exactly the way I wanted it. And holy shit, I finally started looking sort of okay in photographs. No more deer in headlights, no more chipmunk cheeks, no more double chins. Well, at least none that anyone else would see. It felt good. I even felt, for the first time in my life, sort of beautiful.