I love being behind the camera, but I hate having my picture taken. I like seeing pictures of myself when I was a lot thinner. (Well, except for wedding pictures. Then I was TOO thin. We're talking skull head.) Still ...
There were times when I should have had my picture taken and didn't. Like with my Dad at the nursing home. I remember his last good day. The physical therapist was taking pictures of him and my mom and I said, "No! I'm too fat." So now I don't have a picture of me and my Dad on his last happy day.
I had an epiphany earlier this year when I realized there are virtually no casual pictures of me from the last ten or more years. (There aren't any professionally taken pictures, either.) I'm not thin enough. I'm having a bad hair day. I LOOK MY AGE. (That's the killer right there.) But then ... I realized that, well, pictures are part of life. Hey, back in the Victorian age, pictures were also a part of death. Is there anything sadder than the family scraping together their pennies so they can have a picture of their only (and deceased) child?
So ... I've let Mr. L take some pictures of me.
Like on our anniversary.
Like me and my Mum at his mother's 100th birthday.
I don't think I'll ever be comfortable in front of a camera, but at least I'm giving it a try.
Do you avoid the camera, too?