If you’re wondering what the selfies are all about, my challenge for December is to post a selfie every day.
I’m two weeks into the challenge, and actually I think it is becoming easier. On Tuesday (top, centre) for the first time I remember, I took one photo and posted it – as opposed to taking fifty, from numerous different angles, and choosing the one that makes me look the least chinny. I think that was more to do with my being stupefyingly busy on Tuesday than any great leap in my confidence, but we’ll see – it might happen again.
This week several selfies came up on my Timehop feed. There were some from before I was pregnant with S, when I looked really very different, and lots of me with the fake hair I spent most of my twenties wearing. This one though, is from this time last year:
This photo is significant to me because it proves the point I’m trying to make to myself with all of this.
I took this photo after a night out for a friend’s birthday. I had spent the week fretting over what to wear; eventually I bought a dress from Asos, but hated it when it arrived. I felt fat and overdressed, and was horribly depressed that none of my clothes fit me right. I cried when I went to get ready to go out, because I felt horribly unattractive, and just wanted to spend my evening at home in my pyjamas, feeling sorry for myself. I went to the party though, and walked home later in the rain. I took this photo just before removing my makeup to go to bed, and woke up the next morning to find that loads of people had liked it and commented on it. In fact, when I re-posted it this week, lots of people commented, either on the post or to me privately, that it looked really good.
Proof, were it needed, that when I look in the mirror, what I see is not what others would appear to see.