One thing I have a hard time doing is having my photo taken. While I wouldn’t say that it’s physically uncomfortable for me, it’s certainly quite mentally uncomfortable. Like so many people, I don’t know quite how to pose myself and how much to smile and I just feel so awkward when a camera is aimed my way. I always have, even when I was a teenager.
When I first started blogging, I never posted photos of myself. Before that, when I joined Facebook, instead of uploading an actual photo of myself to my profile, I decided instead to use the Picasso image that has always been associated with this blog. That was how I viewed myself, so that’s what I went with.
Over time, I’ve gotten somewhat more comfortable with putting photos here and on Facebook. And, after some
nagging urging by a friend, I started using an actual photo of myself on Twitter too. That’s not to say that I don’t scrutinize every millimeter of photos that I post and obsess over all the ways I am imperfect, because I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.
A show of hands: How many of you post photos of yourself on your blogs? How many of you post photos of yourself on Facebook? How many of you use a photo of yourself as your avatar on Twitter? Do you post the photos easily and without much thought or do you agonize, the way I do?
This year, I’ve been doing some writing for a local publication and next month I have an article coming out that is about becoming a mid-life runner and athlete. It’s the kick-off to a monthly column on running that I’ll have on the publication’s website in 2012. (I’ll post links as they come up.) As part of all this, my editor, who is also a professional photographer, met with me yesterday to take some photos to go along with the article. I felt sheepish and odd and awkward, but my editor soon had me laughing. With her permission, I’m posting a few that she took:
This is my supermodel pose: cheeks sucked in, shoulders forward to make my clavicles more prominent (so I look thinner), chest thrust out, one leg forward to look longer.
I’m not going to lie and say that I love these photos. The photographer herself is talented, but I just don’t enjoy looking at myself, so it is a rather difficult thing to do this. However, I’m just going to do it and not obsess (too much) because I wanted to share with you this new writing gig I have coming up, plus also have us all talk today about how we all feel about photos of ourselves.
Is it just me or do any of you feel the same way?