Family, Humor, Life, Photography

Why I Hate Getting My Picture Taken

I recently migrated from my blog and some pictures didn’t make the move. So imagine pictures where captions are. 

I don’t take a pleasant picture.

The pictures in which I look pretty good are random coincidences.
Like snow rollers or crop circles.
I come by it honestly.
My gramma, God rest her beautiful soul, rarely took an excellent picture in her entire life.

 

A decent picture of me. Finally.
This is probably the best picture I have ever taken. I am 42 in this picture. 42 years for a wonderful picture. Also? I HAD TO TAKE 123 BAD PICTURES TO GET THIS ONE GOOD PICTURE.

 

Therefore, most likely my children will forget what I look like when I am dead.
Because there is very little photographic proof of how bad a picture I take.
I see all these cute selfies with moms and their offspring everywhere.
Me + a good selfie is like Oprah Winfrey at a Dollar Tree.
Never the two shall meet.

 

 

It is one of my imperfections.
I am OK with it daily.
But when it is time for me to smile at the Birdy?
I overcompensate for it.

I make a better impression in person.
I promise.

 

A picture of Mike and I

 

You know those romantic pictures of couples trying to take a selfie on the beach?
Yeah.
I do not know what you are talking about.
It looks like I don’t even know the man kissing me.
Because overcompensating for a crooked smile.

 

Normal people look whimsical in a selfie on a beautiful summer day with a bestie.
I look like I am in pain.

Often, I just give up.
And take pictures of my knees.
Or of my feet.

 

Here they are in Kentucky.

 

And here is a collage of them.

Or I look high.

 

 

A picture of Jeanette and I

Or my hair is in my face.

 

 

 

 

 

STOP ASKING ME TO TAKE SELFIES.

Until I had my first professional headshot taken last weekend.
For my Listen To Your Mother experience.

PRETEND THERE IS A PICTURE HERE

I want her to follow me around everywhere I go.
I wish I could have her take all my selfies.
Well, then I guess they wouldn’t be selfies by definition.
You get the picture.
See what I did there?

I am a person who can appreciate a good hair/makeup/face/boob/outfit picture.
And cherish it.
Now my kids will know what I looked like.

16 thoughts on “Why I Hate Getting My Picture Taken”

  1. My daughter and I are in an Iowa hotel at this moment laughing at your Oprah in the Dollar Tree line. And the crop circles. Honestly, though, I love all the pictures. They are you. What's not to love?

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    1. I can see you two laughing together.And it makes me smile.I just won't document that with a selfie.

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  2. You are hilarious. And I think you photograph beautifully. As an aside, I am someone who tends to photograph well but look like sh*t in real life. It's proven rather disappointing to people who meet me after seeing a photo. They usually shuffle their feet and refuse to make eye-contact because they somehow feel misled. 😦

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    1. OMG you do NOT look bad in public!Ok maybe that one time we were drinking and peddling at the Blogher convention center after four free glasses of wine but other than that you always look stunning! 🙂

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  3. For real and for true, I think your pictures are beautiful BECAUSE they are real and you look happy! (Love the coca cola apron one, and the tan line one is near and dear to me as I rocked some nasty ones as maid of honor in a strapless dress) All of my pics look like a Gleem toothpaste ad…why so many teeth in my mouth? Why can I only dress in garanimal styles…Seriously, the new one is fantastic though! Just perfect!

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  4. While that is a particularly good picture of you, I happen to think most of the other ones are pretty good too. Except maybe the Snuggie one. And you look great in that one too… when you can manage to look away from the Snuggie.

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    1. I love every single picture. I think the best one is of you and that Vikki girl you went to school with……..that's right….it needs to happen. Soon.

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  5. I FEEL YOUR PAIN! I think it is in the iPhone camera… because every time I take a selfie and then look at it and it's a mirror image, it's like something happened in the flipping… I become a gargoyle! Or like Sloth from the Goonies.I don't in any way envy the generation of teens growing up today, but I do admire their mad selfie-taking skills!P.S. Don't hide your smile! I saw it a lot at rehearsal and NEVER thought it was crooked! You're one good lookin' lady!

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  6. I love your pics because they're real although honestly nobody wants to see "bad" pictures of themselves. I honestly think we're a lot more critical of ourselves then other people are. I'm the same way. I loved every single one of your pics!

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    1. You nailed it on the head.I should have named the title Rebecca is in 85% of these pictures. Thanks friend. 🙂

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  7. I so feel your pain… I take horrid pictures, and have been known to purposely hide behind the little for photos. Your post made me smile, and even laugh out loud at work. We are always critical of ourselves, even when others are not.Fortunately, my phone does not possess the ability to take selfies. At least that's my story, and I'm sticking to it…http://pugskidscrafts.blogspot.com/

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