Why I Don’t Feel Beautiful Now
Time takes it’s toll on everyone but how you deal with it is up to you
My bestie is a real estate agent, and yesterday, she hosted an Open House for a new client’s condo. It’s a loft, a duplex in the trendy part of town with exposed brick walls and a genuine spiral staircase of black industrial iron leading to the lower level. Very hip and cool.
I work with her, designing marketing materials and shooting pictures of the properties she lists. This time, I even created a little video. My first! I’m kind of proud of it.
So, I worked the Open House yesterday. I dressed in faded jeans and a white tank top. But I wasn’t sure about the kimono-like cover-up I chose. It’s twenty years old, at least, and takes me back to my young hippie days. I still love it. But does it date me?
These are uncertain times for me. I’ve been going through a thing lately of not trusting what I see in the mirror. It was stunning a few years ago when I saw pictures of a wedding I attended and didn’t recognize myself.
That’s happened now a few more times. What I see in my mirror before stepping out is not what candid photographs catch. And let’s face it. It’s the candid shots, taken when you’re not aware of being photographed, that are the real you. This is what others see.
