Everyone is good at something, and I am particularly skilled at selfie
failures. It is challenging for me to capture a "perfect" selfie
which is part of the reason I post pictures sporadically.
Since Friday, my 25th birthday, I have
been snapping pictures trying to find that one social media ready photo.
The shit isn't working. In every photo, I am blurry, too many flaws are visible, and/or I look super uncomfortable. My quest to find the photo that captured the essence of 25 wasn't going to happen.
Or so I thought...
I am the self-proclaimed
I will not, now or nor in the future, post a selfie that is going to garner "mad" attention. And, I, like 10 minutes ago, became okay with that. I am a grown ass woman, and I have to start thinking as such.
Why should I feel angst about posting a picture on Facebook? That is petty. It's superficial, and it is bullshit, self-inflicted bullshit.
Because I love to go from one extreme to another, I am now on the side of the spectrum that couldn't care less.
If I post a picture, and I think I look pretty, that's all the validation needed.
SO...
Those who know me well are aware that I am a bona-fide slack wearer. Jeans make me feel uncomfortable and extremely self-conscious.
Well today I wore a pair, and I liked
it.
Here's the essence of 25 for me:
A blurry selfie with things that make me
self-conscious on full display including my feet that are blending into the
carpet for some reason
Lol.
#enjoy (:
