On my birthday, I posted two pictures of myself to my Facebook page. In the first photo, I sported the pink birthday tiara and fluffy boa that we keep in the office for birthday celebrations. The second photo was a more conventional photograph, head and shoulders, smile. And yes, it took a few attempts before I took pictures that I liked enough to share. But I did it, because I wanted to capture myself as I am, at 52 -- both silly and serious. Myself.
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Selfies: good or bad?
On the one hand, they can be seen as the height of vanity. LOOK HOW WONDERFUL I AM.
On the other hand, when one is an invisible middle-aged woman -- the type of woman who receives no compliments, with whom no one flirts, who merely exists in the background of a world replete with advertisements and television shows populated by airbrushed young and impossibly beautiful girls -- a self-portrait serves a useful purpose: it acknowledges existence. LOOK HOW... I AM.
I am myself. And in the end, I am enough.
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