By all that’s fabulous, it is far too hot today. A global uptick in heat waves and extreme weather, but hey, let’s count the money from burning fossil fuels in our air conditioned mansions. 😋
A few weeks back I happened to go to a professional ‘do’ and photos were taken: group shots on the fly and posed ones too. Luckily I managed to avoid most, but not all.
I found myself looking at the smiles and laughter, thinking that folk had enjoyed themselves (which is great). There, in the background, was what looked like an egg with a pair of glasses drawn on it, balanced on a shirt and tie. Yes, that would be me. I clicked by that and tried not to think about the image. Moments later, another attendee’s message popped in saying how hideous they felt they looked.
Ah, twas as if they’d read my thoughts about myself.
Kindness ensued as others offered their support. Not denials or false praise, but empathy.
In an unusual moment of honesty, I found myself replying that I didn’t like having my photo taken either for similar reasons and that that old devil of Self Criticism, well – and one more time for the people at the back 🙂 – would we say such things to a friend? Yet, here we are.
So if I don’t like my photo being taken as Richard, do I like it in Lynn mode? ‘Like’ may not be the exact word, but certainly prefer would be in the running. I’m certainly more at ease than I am in a shirt and tie.
Maybe make-up, hair, padding, and the right clothes all help make something more ‘me’ than the male mask. That or good slap hides a multitude of sins 😉