It’s a relatively new concept, the selfie, born from the desire to be the one in front of the camera when no one else is there to press the button. It’s not something I’ve ever felt the need to do before, I’m much more comfortable being the photographer as opposed to the model. In fact, it’s a term I’ve always found annoying.
There’s endless photos on social media of pouting girls, taken at angles that hide your double chin or other imperfections that are brutally obvious in natural day light. I get that we all have the desire to have lasting images of ourselves to look back on when we’re wrinkly and old, but I can’t help wondering, just how much is a selfie are true portrayal of how others see you? Fair enough if you’re incredibly short and spend your life looking up, at an angle, to the world of giants that engulf you. Or if you have a condition that requires you to permanently suck in your cheeks and push out your lips. But for the average Tom, Dick or Harry, the world sees you at eye level, even smiling, so why not just take photos of how we’ll be remembered by everyone else and know that’s how you really looked?
Because a selfies is not for everyone else, it’s a photo of you, for yourself.
No one else, just you.
To look back on and think wow! Didn’t I look good that day.
Ok, so now I get it!
If it makes you feel special, if only for a moment, then snap away.
We all need a little boost now and then, and if that’s how you want to look back and remember yourself, so be it.
I’m going to look back and see me smiling.
At an angle, from above.
With no double chin.