I was reading some posts about how the selfie is a “call for help” and while I can see a point in that, I don’t agree completely. Additionally, there is now the #365selfie movement in response to that which I think is fantastic.
Until I was 12, I had no idea what I looked like at birth. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that I was bruised from the nose up because of a traumatic delivery.
I have no idea if on my first birthday I smashed my birthday cake. It’s quite possible I will never know.
There were periods of time where photos were taken of me more often – but my childhood was a series of ups and downs, living with various family members, marriages and divorces…so the nature of that led to minimal photographic evidence of my youth.
Needless to say, photos matter to me. Photos of ME, matter to me. Not because I’m narcissistic, but because I want to be remembered at each stage of my life. I want to recall my painful teen years when I had crooked teeth and an awkward presence about myself.
I do agree that there is a point of desperation that our teens and peers are getting to with their photos. They appear to need a consistent stream of “likes” and acceptance to feel valued and to that end, I am saddened for our youth and I am a little disheartened for my friends who are consistently posting the same selfie day in and day out with the hopes of getting some sense of validation.
However, my selfies, while they do have a healthy dose of “tell me I’m pretty today”, they usually involve my kids, or my husband or a cat.
Because I want to remember what was bringing me joy at that moment and I want THEM to remember that I brought them joy.
Well..minus the cat. I’m guessing they don’t care as much.
Most unglamorous selfie EVER but how adorable is this face?
Or this one?
And this one…Oh. My. Heart.
Without the selfie, I wouldn’t be in these pictures with my kids. The nature of life is there isn’t always another person around to capture those moments for me. And, when my girls grow up and ‘leave the nest’ , these will be the images I hold onto and cry with as I rock in a corner wondering where all the years went.
But I digress….
clearly, with this one, I’m was going for the a “am I pretty?”
I’m not immune to seeking out attention. I sent this to my husband before my recent job interview.
Now, how adorable (and obnoxious) is THIS CAT?
Wine makes me happy.
Clearly not a traditional selfie…but I had to break up the serious for a minute.
This was Central Park behind me in NYC and I wanted to remember I was there with this remarkable view. I could have asked my friends to take this for me, but it was fun to do it myself. My husband did give me grief for the half-face shot. He even sent me his own version of that selfie once. Stinker.
So, clearly, I have a bit of the “tell me I’m pretty”, share awesome-things-I’m-doing, which is normal – don’t hate on those who want a bit of that, it’s OK. You know you want to be told you’re pretty too. But, a balance is key, and being in photos is IMPORTANT. My kids need to know they were snuggled upon, loved, and adored. They need to know that their mom was having a pretty day too! They should see the days where I felt good about myself…within reason. We have an opportunity to show a healthy dose of selfie-posting while documenting our lives.
The selfie should stay.
The duckface however, that should go.
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