Feelin’ the makeup. Just because I spend 90% of my time in pajamas talking to imaginary people and non-imaginary small children doesn’t mean I don’t occasionally clean up nice. I do owe it to my husband and kids to not look like a overfilled trash bag when I’m seen with them in public, after all.
I will readily admit that smiling in photos makes me *incredibly* uncomfortable. I’m sure it has a lot to do with the vulnerability attached to showing emotion and the mental security afforded by displaying a tough outer shell. It’s weird because I like seeing myself happy, but I invariably prefer my physical appearance in photos when I’m not smiling. It’s waaaayyy easier for me to shoot off a dry or bitchy expression and feel confident in how I look in a photo, and it’s rare for me to see one I’m smiling in and like it.
This one is no exception by the way. Absolutely squirming while writing this. But I know a lot of it is irrational insecurity and unhealthy body image nonsense, so I’m gonna break my comfort zone. Btw I only broke my ice queen gaze bc @lucytahtah said something funny while taking this 😬