I feel very strange about selfies. Even though, without fail, I always look infinitely more gorgeous in selfies, I have some semi conscious discomfort towards them which makes me not want to share.
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There’s probably a few reasons I think like this. It’s no secret that some proportion of people view selfies as reflecting narcissism and lack of depth. I have had absolute strangers scold me for taking selfies before. When I do want to take a selfie in public I attempt to adopt a myriad of sly techniques in the hopes no one will catch on and pass judgement.
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I also struggle with selfies being unfit for purpose. Often I want a photo to reflect somewhere I happen to be, that also happens to be a pretty incredible place. I have tried and tried but I just don’t have the lengthy arms needed for that perfect ‘look where I am!’ selfie.
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Finally, I think I have a complex about not having anyone to take pictures of me. I spent most of my life actively working to stay out of any photo. Now that I’m learning to actually like looking at myself the budding paparazzi that my pals were has vanished. This is, quite frankly, a bit bananas, but taking selfies is a tiny painful reminder of how much time I spend alone.
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So, I feel weird about selfies. I’ve also put more thought into that feeling than anyone ever should spend their time on. I guess the learning behind today’s caption is: If you ever see me in a particularly cute outfit, or at a particularly cool event, or in a beautiful location, I will be super stoked if you take a picture of me, or even with me. You might then never see the picture, because I’m still working on that body love stuff, but I’ll definitely be grateful regardless. Happy Monday 🤗
