Taken last week at Balboa Park this is one of the few pictures of me I can live with. Every once in a while you get a snapshot that conforms with your idea of you. Does that make sense?
Do you hate looking at pictures of yourself? Are people that don't mind looking at pictures of themselves more realistic, do they see themselves differently, are they less judgmental?
I destroy most of them. I thought this might be important once: that so few pictures of me after age 40 exist but on seeing the albums my parents saved and their fate, sitting in a closet, I decided that one or two pictures was enough. How often do you look at pictures of your grandparents? Is there anything sadder than coming across old snapshots at a flea market, knowing no one wanted to hang on to them. I am throwing a lot out here. But the main question is: do you mind looking at pictures of yourself? I'm betting men can do it easier than women.