Exposed By My Children for What I Really Look Like (excerpt from Bridgetteblog.com)
Self-loathing and disgust swell up and threaten to bring me to tears.
Just as I am about to hit delete, my boy walks in the room.
“Do you know anything about this picture?” I ask him.
I turn the screen so he can see it. He smiles huge.
“I took that of you in Tahoe,” he says. “You looked so beautiful laying there. I couldn’t help it mom.”
“You need to ask me before using my phone to take pictures,” I say.
“I know,” he says. “But mom, seriously, look how pretty you look?”
I look at the picture again and try to see what he sees.”
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I confess I HATE to be in pics, and avoid it at all costs!
It is true that we emerge blinking into the sunlight after a long winter hibernation with our pearly white thighs and our winter pudge, taking photos willy-nilly, expecting to look as tanned, slim and perfectly put together as the women and men on the covers of the magazines and in the ads on TV. Our delusions are shattered when we get home from the summer outings and view the ream of pics we shot over the course of the day. Red, sweaty faces; wrinkled shirts with pit stains; sunburned bodies which have no business being in a swimsuit; scars, stretch-marks, freckles, wrinkles, cellulite; frazzled hair scraped into a top knot and…and “Delete, delete, delete!”
After reading Bridgette’s post, I shall endeavor to look beyond the pasty, chubby momma and remember the glorious day in the sun with friends and family. “Save, save, save!” because I don’t want to miss a moment and I don’t want anyone to forget that I was a part of it also.
I shall try to remember that the way I view myself is not what I want my kids to remember about me. And I shall try to see myself through the eyes of others, who are way less judgmental. Get over yourself, Cate, and get out there and enjoy the summer!
Sorry, no bathing suit photos of me…yet!