So I was trying to get a shot of my totally (not) awesome hair do this morning and took, what is probably, my favorite recent photograph of me. I took it with my iPhone, which isn't the most awesome camera, (a whopping 3 mega pixel, I think.) but I used the only app I've paid for.
There is just something about this photo that I LOVE.
In reality, my hair is a mess (which is why I was taking the photo in the first place) and I was wearing my jammies still. I hadn't showered and probably had applesauce and oatmeal on my face.
So what is it that I love? I love the line of my nose. I love the color of my skin. I love the texture of my hair. I love that I look like I am deep in thought but not about anything serious. I love the shock of red on my right shoulder. I love the green of the walls. I love the detail of the wrinkles on my fingers. Although she's been gone 13 years I am beginning to see my Granny's hands more and more.
I also love this photo because of what I can't see. Like the number of chins I am sporting, or what my mid-section looks like. I know I am not the only woman who obsesses about how she looks. I am smart. I know that my perceptions are not all reality. (Some are, some aren't.)
I guess I love the fact that looking at that photo I feel beautiful.
I'd say the $1.99 I paid for that app was worth it.