A buddy of mine who blogs had a boooooring photograph as her icon.
I suggested that we fix it.
This is what we got.
She hemmed and hawed about the way her legs look, complained that they weren’t the ones she saw in the mirror every morning.
We got to thinking, how do you ever really know what you look like to other people until you see yourself in a photograph? I know that every now and again, I pass by mirrors and catch a glimpse of what I really look like instead of what I think I look like, which is who I was when I was 22. It’s funny.
And probably why I’m more comfortable on this side of the camera.
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