I don’t look good in pictures. Seriously. I don’t. Sometimes I think I look okay in the mirror, but I almost never look good in pictures.
My daughter agrees. She thinks I am so pretty, but she can never get a good picture of me.
Tonight I said, I wonder why I never look good in pictures.
He said, I would tell you, but you would get mad at me.
I just looked at him.
He said, Too much Moose Tracks.
[MooseTracks Ice-Cream. Read “emotional eating.” Of course, he doesn’t get that.]
Anyhow, after he said that, I was thinking, he thinks I’m fat. Of course, often I think I am fat, too. But still, it would be nice if he didn’t think I was fat. And I have lost a little weight. I think I look better than I used to.
But then I was thinking, the one who used to wink at me doesn’t think I’m fat. He told me once that I didn’t need to go to the gym to lose weight. (See post.)
So which is it? Fat or not?
Or is it simply a case of “Beauty (or fat) is in the eye of the beholder”?
Not that I really care so much. Okay. Maybe I do.
But mostly I am just thinking out loud here.