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I’m Growing to Hate Photos of Myself
It’s not fair to my grandsons
We recently had our two grandsons over for the day. Freddie is 2 years and 3 months, and Charlie is 7 months.
I am 65 in three weeks.
Naturally, we wanted lots of photos of grandad and nanny with the two boys, but when I scanned through the photos we’d taken of me holding Charlie or playing with Fred, I was horrified at what I saw.
When I shower each morning, I try to convince myself that if I stand at a certain angle, in a certain light, I don’t look too bad for my age.
I’m 6 feet tall, so I can sort of carry off a bit of excess weight, but the photos don’t lie.
What I saw in the photos was an overweight old man.
My belly could hardly be disguised even if I stood up straight ( which I don’t because my posture is appalling)
My love handles are now spilling out over my shorts. (Sorry for the image, especially if you’re eating.)
It’s a dilemma because I want to keep the photos of our wonderful grandsons, but I really don’t like the idea of people seeing me with my bloated belly sticking out, looking as if I'm expecting our third grandchild.
