Can we talk about the topic of taking photos of ourselves and sharing them? It feels really vain and narcissistic, right? You may even see other people’s instagrams and roll your eyes at their self portraiture. Like, get a hobby homegirl, I don’t want to see your mug in my feed all of the time. Well, while I am a firm believer of keeping it occasional, here’s why I do it.
If your life is anything like mine, you are always the one behind the camera. My iPhone has over 4000 photos on it and I assure you less than 100 of them are of me. I take photo after photo of my kids and husband and things that I find pretty, but I just don’t have anyone around me taking my picture. My husband just isn’t that way.
I only have a handful of photos of me when I was a kid and that makes me sad. We are not getting any younger and I don’t want to be 50 and look back and only have a memory of what I used to look like. I want to be a 90-year-old woman and say, “aw look how young and happy I was. Look at what I looked like without jowls and sandpaper cheeks.” Which I will never have I am only exaggerating, I use amazing skin cream!
But I do want my kids to have a bunch of pictures of me so that when I’m gone so they can sob and say how full of life I was! Morbid? Maybe, but true except for the sobbing part. I don’t want them being all sad, but I do want them to look back fondly and to find lines in my face or a twinkle in my eye that looks JUST like their grandchild’s that they will only notice due to my 75 year old Instagram feed that is now available only via my thumbprint in the sky or something. And also? I want you, my friends that only read me here, to know me and connect with me just like my real life friends! I think it brings us closer.
Honestly, my favorite instagrams of all of you, are of your faces. I like to see you and not just your lunch. Not just your kiddos, and not just your cats. (TRUST, I love all of those things. I do) But I want it all. I want a face to go with the voice in my head that pops in when I’m reading. (my reading voice of your blog is SJP, cause she narrates all the things.) I’m nosey and I want to also see what is in your closet. It’s part of the whole package! Mix it up and throw your cute little faces in there. Don’t get me wrong, every time I hit publish on an instagram of myself I cringe a little, but in the long run I know that I’m right. I’ll be glad to have this digital image, paper trail of my life. Or of the little moments I capture. I know that sometimes I will want to look back and remember that I was there too.
Follow me on instagram It’s my coffee, kids, husband, lunch, and face.