I Am Woman
This past week or so, blogging daily has been tough. I won't bore you with the 'whys'. I do that too often. Too many jobs/projects, not enough time. Enough said.
As you know from my last post, a bit of time was devoted to a photography shoot. One day we did location shots, another day studio shots. I kept asking Greg if he was using the 'young, pretty, skinny lens'. *g* He assured me that I looked fine. "You have great skin," he said. "Whoop-te-do," I thought. Although I suppose I should be thrilled. I credit my lifelong aversion to sunbathing and the loyal use of Ponds Cold Cream.
When Greg showed me the location proofs, he told me not to worry about any blemishes or pronounced wrinkles, flyaway hairs or unflattering shadows. "I can PhotoShop those out." To demonstrate, he maximized my face on the computer and brushed away a few of the deeper crow's feet. Wow. Now I know why celebs always look so flawless in those fashion layouts. The pictures here are uncropped and not retouched. Behold the real me. These were contenders, but not the ones I ended up choosing. I settled on two close-up studio shots and one location body shot with the Atlantic City skyline in the background. I'll share those later.
I have to say that, although the photography was great, I kept looking at the proofs thinking, "Who is that woman?" It's been a good ten years since I've had professional shots done. I guess I had a thirty-something me branded on my brain. In my heart and mind, I still feel like a 'girl'. But the face looking back at me in those photos definitely belonged to a woman. It was sort of... depressing. My husband, being the wonderful person he is, assured me that he loves 'that face'. Out of the many proofs, he thought several were contenders. It took me awhile, but after pouring over the photos, I started to get use to the woman staring back at me. That woman's lived a great life and the best is yet to come.
Question for the next day (or two): How old do you feel on the inside? Have you ever been surprised at the person looking back at you in the mirror?