Third Time's the Charm!

An email went out to the employees a couple of weeks ago. Once again, they were offering free headshots to employees.  The last time they did this was in May, and I was rather disappointed in the result of my new photo. Now was my time for redemption! I have a sassy new 'do, I'm feeling good and cannot wait to show the world!

Erin was doing the photos from 10:30 - 12:30, so I figured I'd go over a little early so I wouldn't have to stand in line for almost an hour like last time. Smart move on my part: I was the only one there, and got there before the photographer. I was wearing a new dress, hair looked good and even though I felt a little nervous, I was anticipating this new photo.

Erin came, he set me up and started taking photos. I felt really good. Then he showed me the small shots on the camera and we picked out two that I really liked. Then he sent me happily on my way and I waited patiently for him to send me my copies.

And waited. And waited. I wondered what was the holdup? The last time I had the picture the next day.

Then I began to worry: had he lost them? Did he think they were terrible and was hoping I'd forget about them? I could have sent an email nudge but then figured eh: it was what it was and if they came: good. If not: maybe better. So I went about my merry way.

Monday evening I happened to see that I received an email from Erin. It was my pictures! I eagerly opened the attachments -

And was crushed again. Don't get me wrong: Erin did a GREAT job. But here's what I keep forgetting when it comes to me. First of all: it's hard for me to see myself as others claim to see me. This is because when I was in college, a "friend" of mine told me that the guy I was seeing told her that "I was the most unattractive black girl he had ever met". If I'd had more self-confidence back then, I would have known that she only told me that (it was a lie) because SHE wanted to date him (never happened). So somewhere in the back of my mind, that little thought hangs out to this day. 

Plus: I don't wear facial makeup and never have. My reasoning for this is because that way what you see is what you get and it doesn't get any worse, haha. I knew someone who always wore heavy makeup. One day I went to her house to give her a ride to work and she answered the door without makeup. The contrast was quite jarring, to say the least, so I knew I was making the right choice for me to be bare-faced. But now I'm starting to wonder! And hey: I'm not 30 anymore so...it's all good.

I hemmed and hawed about if I wanted to post the picture. What the heck: it's me and as I used to say: the camera only takes what it sees!