I never, ever like photographs of myself.
When I'm taking them myself, I take approximately 7000 and delete all of them except for three.
When others are taking them, I make them delete them if they're hideous. And they're usually hideous. I can always find something to critique about a picture if I'm in it. And candid shots are the worst! I'm usually making a face something like this:
(that's me with my best friend's son, Cody.
He calls me Mom.
I adore him.
So I have no idea why I have a possessed-by-the-devil expression in this picture.)
Anyway. This past week, my niece's friend posted some pictures she had taken a few months ago just before my niece's wedding. We were at the nail salon getting all pretty for the wedding, and she snapped this candid shot of me, laughing at who-knows-what (probably something inappropriate).
And...I...LOVE....it. Because it is just so me. I don't even mind the laugh lines....I laugh a lot. I don't even mind the dark circles under my eyes....I was so busy getting ready for the wedding, I was hardly sleeping. I love the sunglasses on my head, because that's where they always are. I even love the freckles on my shoulders.
I love this picture because I'm laughing, I'm natural, and I'm happy.
It's quintessential Dysfunctional Mom.