Call me sexy

We’re sitting on the beach, sand on our towels, listening to the chatter of little kids playing and the waves washing up. Suddenly I stand up, hoist my sunglasses onto my head, and I hand my friend my phone.

Take a picture of me, I say confidently, arching my back slightly with a coy grin. I look good today.

The friend, a photojournalist, giggles and rolls her eyes. I feel judgment — my own — cut into my mind.