Monday, March 17, 2014


My son and I were hanging out, and I wanted to commemorate the moment with a picture.  I was hesitant. I don't normally do such things, I thought. I don't really see myself as someone worthy of a photo. Doesn't that sound horrible?  It sounds pretty pathetic to me.  And depressing.

My look is usually laid back, minimal makeup, hair pulled into a pony tail. I've never been one to spend hours in front of a mirror, putting on another face. Five minutes to slap on some of what I call "War Paint".  What you see is what you get.  If that frightens small children, so be it. Over the years, it's become a habit, this pretending not to care about how I look.
But my son doesn't see me that way.  He thinks that I am just fine the way I look. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all that.  My husband tells me I'm beautiful all the time, and it makes me sad that most of the time I don't believe him. I was raised in a time when only certain 'types' of women were considered beautiful, and that old and scratchy record player is still playing that tune in my head.
I see the beauty in others, but not myself.  Why not?  What would it hurt to think of myself as beautiful for five minutes a day?  Maybe it's time to try.  Maybe I can start to see myself as at least reasonably attractive, just to start, and then move up from there. I can't be the only person out there with these issues, and maybe we can all work on this together. 
It all begins with a photograph.  So I turned the focus of my camera around and snapped a picture of my son and I.  The first step on this journey has been taken.


  1. I struggle with this too - every day. I want to join your support group. What you said about it being a habit to pretend to not care about how you look really struck me.

  2. Absolutely LOVE IT!!!!! LOVE is "beautiful!"

  3. You are SO not the only one who has this issue...

    Great picture btw. :)

  4. I want to say something profound but what comes to mind is you have picked a great time to be comfortable in your own skin. Young enough to get mileage out of it and old enough to be humble. Good news!


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