WARNING! Plunder on at your own risk!
Well, I saw something on Eden’s blog the other day that was intriguing. She was invited by a fellow blogger to join a little group whose mission is to "post one or more photos of yourself as "the real you."
Interpret that as you will, bearing in mind that honesty and
keeping-it-real is the goal. The truth will set us free… or at least
be entertaining for a few days. snort". I am not a member of this group but because Eden inspires me and because I thought it would be a good challenge for me, I finally did it myself.
I literally snapped this before I even got out of bed. All I did was reach over, put on my glasses, grab the camera and *click*. Before the hairbrush. Before the happy face. Before the morning pain pill. Before I give a shit. When I am at my Meh-est.
I didn’t even look at the photo until I sat down to post it because I knew I’d want to snap another that was "better" or "less real", which was completely NOT what Self-Truthiness is about. And if I waited to look at it, I couldn’t do that.
It’s amazing what time age and life can do to alter your sense of what is true. 15 years ago I wouldn’t go the mailbox without my hair "done", makeup on and in a "cute outfit". Goddess forbid, someone see the uncensored version of me.
Now, the internet is gifted with my mug before I’ve even drug a brush through my tresses and brushed my chops. My neighborhood is frequently treated to my crazy hair, tattered terrycloth robe, paint splattered sweatpants, ink-smudged t-shirt, mismatched socks and bootie slippers when I go out to collect the mail or put the trash out for Manthing to carry to the cans.
I’m so hot…