Looking at Myself
I don't like pictures of myself. I think I look not like me. It's easy to see a photo and immediately be drawn to all of my physical imperfections, the signs that I am aging, the mustache. I wanted to take on the I Heart Faces challenge this week because it was just that: a challenge. The challenge? A self-portrait. I don't often find myself on the other side of the lens, which is the way I like it (unless, of course, I am making some outrageous face...then I wreck the picture on purpose, and it's supposed to be awful).
I'm sure there will be some fantastic entries. There are some very talented and creative people out there. I thought that I would go the route of super simple.
This is me.
I am Christina. I am 36 years old. I have been married for 13 years and I have three children. Most of the time I love my husband and my kids; sometimes I want to leave them. I have lost three pregnancies. I struggle with depression and OCD, yet I love to laugh and to make people laugh. I believe that without the love of God and the forgiveness I have through Jesus Christ's life, death, and resurrection, that I would be lost. I fall down a lot (figuratively speaking...if we were speaking literally, I would have to say I run into things a lot). I have gray hairs. I have bags under my eyes, and crow's feet at the corners of my eyes (to the max!) when I smile. My eyebrows are uneven. My nose is a bit on the large side. I have a lot of spots on my face that I didn't have 15 years ago. I have a zit on my chin, which I find annoying. I have a mole on my cheek, which I kind of like. I slept in the shirt I am wearing, and kept it on today because it's very comfortable.
This is me. Unlike the photo, I am a complicated mess. I hope that I am in the process of becoming more comfortable in my own skin. At least as comfortable as I am in my gray shirt.
Check out how other people see themselves. It's going to be cool.