Friday, January 13, 2012

All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up

My friend Jen put up an interesting post a couple of weeks ago about self-image and photographs. Here is some of it:

"A couple weeks ago, I posted some photos of myself and talked about how hard it is for me to do something like that. Your comments were interesting and I really enjoyed reading your thoughts about having your photos taken or not having your photos taken.

I have to admit, however, that your comments made me sad because, for the most part, we women (no men commented) do not like how we look in photos. Like, we really don’t like photos of ourselves. Many of you even shared your tricks yourselves look thinner or taller or just disappear altogether (e.g. hiding behind children) in photos.

I blame Hollywood and the glossy magazine industry for giving us unrealistic expectations of what we should look like. There are no perfect bodies or perfectly beautiful faces. We are all beautiful in our own way and I’m sad that, while we can easily see other women’s beauty, we don’t look in the mirror and see our own.

As we approach the holiday season, I’d like to encourage you all to make sure that you get some photos of yourself, either alone or with your family. Don’t hide behind your children or a big dog or your Christmas tree. Just stand tall and proud and revel in your beauty. Enjoy the moment and laugh. Remember that you’re capturing memories that your family will enjoy for a long time.....

If there’s interest among you, I’d love to do a post in January of your photos and share with the world (okay, a very small slice of the world) just how lovely we all are."

My comment to this was:

"...Some pictures that have been taken of me are better than others, but we are always our own worst critics and cringe from photos that others find fine or even flattering. So, unless I’ve been caught with my mouth open, or my eyes shut, or a really stupid look on my face, I’m fine with posting them. It’s what I look like, after all."

We really are our own worst enemies. Mostly, I like the way I look. Without makeup or with, this is me. (Or sometimes a stick figure representation.) So, as challenged by Jen, here are some pix of me. Flattering or not, they are me and I'm OK with that:

This is me with my sister, Lise, taken during a winery tour in early December.  We are gorgeous broads!

Here I am with my family, flour on my pants and stickers (courtesy of Rachel) on my shirt.  I am not a tiny woman, lol.  Also, no makeup.  I am a shiny-faced woman.

Here I am, again with my sis, on the balcony of the condo we rented in Nice, France last summer, makeup free and jetlagged after 16 hours of travel.  I don't know where my eyes were in this picture. I might have left them on the plane.

And going from no eyes to really big, scary ones, here I am back in 2007, taking pictures to amuse my chicken-pox-ridden kids.

And finally (admit it, you're relieved I'm stopping now and therefore I'm not totally self-involved and exhibitionistic), here is my favourite picture of me.  Ever.  Or at least since I was three.


  1. As I've said before, that IS a fabulous pic.

  2. These are fabulous pictures. I can see why the last one is your favorite.

  3. Nice to see you. And I LOVE the last one...

  4. I know I've said this before, but it bears repeating, I sure as shit wish I had your legs.

    All the photos of you are great for various reasons, whether you are dolled up for a fun event or happy and relaxed with your loved ones.

  5. That first one is a really great picture of you and your sister.

  6. Did you ever see the pic of me in Prevention magazine a couple of years ago (in a black bathing suit to boot!)? Marg will remember. The entire article was on body image and how hard we are on our on our own self image. It was a great article - in a nutshell, my 8x10 glossy was computer enhanced to add 10 lbs to various parts of my body and all over, and 10 lbs was taken away. I had to figure out which was the original pic. I guessed wrong. (So did 5/6 other women who had their pics taken too). My hubby was also asked to guess the real pic. He guessed the one where I was 10 lbs lighter. Love him. To sum up, our significant others didn't care. We ARE too hard on ourselves.

    I look at your pictures and I zero in on your face and see you smiling and having a great time. That's a great pic.

    Keep blogging!

  7. Oh my gosh, love the fried egg eyes! I think you look fabulous in all your pictures. :)

  8. I freely post pics of myself on Facebook, but I've had to go stealth (blogwise) for reasons that will become obvious if you read me.