It’s funny how, well, funny people are about having their picture taken. Some people will take selfies ten times a day, but have someone else pull out a camera or phone and they’re suddenly shy or self conscious. Some people, like me, feel awkward and ugly without makeup, and some obsess over their hair or outfit.
I’m all of the above.
Imagine my horror and chagrin at the outcome of some of my photo ops from last weekend’s Phoenix Comicon. Granted, in one photo I managed to remember to tilt my head up so I didn’t have 5+ chins in the photo, but for the other two I had the worst case of derpface I’ve ever seen. Head tilted down, chins aplenty, and some kind of weird psycho grin that would terrify small children.
Why are we so weird about how we look in photos? I mean, I don’t spend any time during the day worrying about whether or not I have more than one chin showing or if my smile looks goofy, so why do I care if a photo looks weird?
Maybe it’s because photos are a kind of immortality, especially in this day of Internet sharing and such. A derpface that you don’t see or are allowed to forget is a derpface that never happened. A derpface that’s hanging on the wall with you standing next to one of your favorite celebrities? Yeah. Those are painful. Brutal even.
I’m trying to get better about it, trying to remind myself that if it doesn’t matter in everyday then it shouldn’t matter in photos. Why should I care if it’s how I look all the time? I should accept who I am get over it, right? Yeah, not so easy. Even with makeup and a gorgeous wig and an outfit that blew the actor’s mind, all I see is the derpface with the extra chins.
I’ve got to get over that, and everyone else needs to as well. The face you put out there is your face, your identity… It’s who you are. Makeup is fake, poses are fake, push-up bras are fake, corsets are fake–you get the point. Again, I’m guilty of all of the above, but at least it’s not on a daily basis. I try to make the makeup a minimal thing, and only when I am either going to a special event/evening out or if I’m “in the mood to look pretty.”
Today was a photo day at work.
I decided I was in the mood to look pretty for it.
Baby steps. Baby steps.