They want one that best depicts me. Oh my, that is funny. I am the proverbial pajama/sweats/tee-shirt kinda blogger/writer. Dare I confess? Make-up is for Sundays. Most of the time my lap is filled with grandchildren. That's the picture in my mind...but, let's face it, they want one of those head-shots that get all cut-off when shrunk to fit the teensey photo that shows up on Facebook. I feel like sending them a picture of my fingers on the keyboard...that's more like me.
I hate taking my picture. I never like the outcome. Either my eyes are too open (which makes one eye look really weird), or my eyes are too closed. I smile alot, so I really think smiling is more me, even if it does show I have two chins.
Sometimes I wanna do one of those photo things that gets you all gussied up and takes shots that erase years of wrinkles. They position you just so and your worst features are down-played. But then I think...wouldn't that be deceitful?
Ever look at your picture and want to fix a tooth? take a tuck? move a shadow to hide a sagging chin? Or a double one? That's me. I want to nip and tuck and add botox.
The truth is, no matter what I see when I look at my reflection, I'm never really satisfied. I accept what is. I can change some stuff, but other things are what they are--like it or not. Here I am....
In the final analysis of it all, my greatest desire is to reflect--not me--but Jesus. Oh, to be complete in His image. selahV (a.k.a. hariette petersen)