I finished up a project I've been working on for a few weeks. I decided to take a picture of one part of said project, with me in it. That was...interesting. That was interesting because no matter how I took the photo I thought I looked, well, awful, matronly, frumpy. Here's the thing, I know better, but there are embedded patterns of thinking in my brain that are very judgmental about my own human form. And of course, that causes me to judge myself even more!!
So I decided to be gentle and kind with myself and see if I could take a couple self portraits in which I might actually say, "ok...I look okay here." It's so funny, though...I've been taking self portraits long enough that I could look at my earliest ones and think, "huh...she looks like she could be my daughter, or niece!" Yeah, aging is weird that way. Especially when you've been using the genre of self portraiture for a long time.
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