Posted in response to the Daily Post weekly discovery challenge – this week’s theme ‘Portrait’.
Ok, I’ll fess up… I didn’t take the portrait, but I did take the picture of the portrait, if you see what I mean!
When my daughter told me that she’d received an old polaroid camera for her birthday, I was quite jealous. Enchanted by the idea of ‘instant pictures’ I remember badly wanting one when I was younger. Of course, that was way, way, before the digital camera age and now photographs are ten a penny and disposable so I was surprised at how excited she was.
The film thingy’s are very expensive, and she was still getting used to the camera, and she warned me that the results were not so much ‘sharp’ as ‘interesting’ but in fact I love this shot.
I love the fact that, although you get the gist that its me, my features are blurred, and that she’s captured my expression of thoughtful bemusement at the world exactly how I would like it to be captured. To put it bluntly – how I want other’s to see me.
The thought has been growing in my mind ever since it was taken.
I’ve always had problems trying to find a ‘suitable’ profile picture which encapsulates my overall demeanor without showing me baring my wonky teeth in an insane grin, or wrinkling up my eyes, or losing my real chin amongst the others. Problem is, in my head I am still youthful, slim, and lovely so it’s always a bit of a shock to see the reality captured in a snap.
I have the same problem at the yoga studio, the one where there is mirrors.
‘oh blimey, who is that baggy old biddy who looks like a squishy sack of potatoes?’
‘oh poop, it’s me.’
I guess a lot of people of my age feel the same, and really, I’m fit and healthy so I shouldn’t worry about what I look like, right?
It sounds like a cliché, but speaking to my friends I gather I’m not alone in still feeling young on the inside whilst my body tells the bitter truth in photographs. It’s depressing.
So from now on I’m steering clear of the lens and you’ll just have to take my word for it that I’m a happy soul who moves my sylph like body with the grace of an angel and whose face is as blemish, and wrinkle free as an Egyptian sheet in a five star hotel. 😉
Dang! Can I borrow that camera?! 😉 Just entering into that “golden phase of change” and absolutely astounded at how rapidly I notice things becoming….different. I am still “the youngest” in my head, like I’ve always been: youngest of 4 sisters, youngest Mom in the church, etc. So who is that oldster in the mirror? One genetic wonderment remains – I have no gray hairs. Turning 54 in 9 days….
Well, your ten years younger than me, and I’d love to tell you it gets better, but…. ! Have a lovely birthday and don’t forget to be fabulous xx