Did you see the article recently on fashion bloggers who photoshop (or a fashion blogger, specifically, rather)? I’m not going to judge, but…wait, no. No judging. But what? Why photoshop? I don’t know, I’m here because I want to share all of myself with you. I’ve put it all out there, hips, no makeup, and all, for you to see, why would I want this reflection of me to be anything less than, well, me?
Besides, I’m inept at Photoshop. I use it to tweak exposure, curves, sharpness and brightness. That’s pretty much it. I couldn’t photoshop out a body part if I tried. Or blur my face, or whatever. I have no idea how, nor have I wanted to learn.
BUT. I do pick and choose which pictures to show you, depending on the angle, and how wide my hips look. And I’ve shown them to you before (the pictures I don’t want you to see), but here is one again. In case you’ve forgotten that I have THE DREADED saddlebags. THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE. And why I don’t wear this dress, or skirts, or anything much, really, without a long top or sweater over. And I’m Spanx-ed in here! Not even they will hold my saddlebags in LOL.
I mean, I’ve come to terms with my body, and love it quite a lot, actually. There are just certain parts that are confounding. My ass has shrunk and gotten “perkier” than ever with Pure Barre. My hips are smaller than ever, and my shoulders are CUT. But then I have these weird balls of FAT hanging off my lower hips, a.k.a saddlebags, that I CANNOT GET RID OF. So I try very hard to hide them. Because I don’t like to see them. Not because I care what anyone else thinks of them. They frustrate me and taunt me every time I see them. And they feel all jiggly.
But then, perhaps my saddlebags pale in comparison to the fact that I’m not wearing makeup (I just curled my eyelashes). And that my hair is crazy (because it has that kink in it you get when you keep it behind your ears to stay out of your coffee…) and I couldn’t be bothered to straighten it or pull it back. Because this is what I looked like today.
There are arguments here and there, that if you’re a full-time blogger then you should DAMN well wear makeup, interesting outfits, have perfect pictures, straighten your hair, iron your shirts, etc., etc., because, you know, THAT IS YOUR JOB. And I feel that pull sometimes; that I should wear lipstick every once in a while.
I thought about hiring a local photographer to follow me around, pose me in front of interesting landmarks, and snap outfit pictures, but then I was like, what? Then everyone would miss my garage door 🙂 and the remote control peeking out from my hands every once in a while. And ultimately, that wouldn’t be ME, either. For ten years I’ve taken my own photos, in front of flat backgrounds, and you’re still here. So why change?
That’s too simplistic, for sure, but I think about it. I do want to take better pictures, but I can’t really figure out how to do that for my real life. Traipsing around Dallas posing for photos is NOT my real life. Running outside to snap a photo of my outfit in front of my garage door IS. And sorry, not sorry, that’s what you’re getting.
I love you guys, and as always, thank you for reading, and being here. With me.