Saturday, October 1, 2011

In which I finally get you an 'After' picture

May 2010 with my wonderful nephew and today with a wonderful haircut.

OK, so I like to call this more of a "Now" picture than "After" because the latter seems to indicate "done" and I am not.

I like the picture on the right, but I don't love it. I still think I look too wide and that bugs me. Why can't I love it? Why am I so critical? Will I ever be truly happy with a picture?

I'm not fishing for compliments, but it bothers me that when I see a picture of myself all I see is what I conceive of as "wrong" as opposed to what's right.

I'm wearing size 10 jeans and a Women's (!) Medium shirt and I still think I look too thick. Why is my filter so messed up?

3 comments:

  1. Umm, check out those legs hot momma! Wish I could get my thighs as slim as yours!

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  2. Love the WW pose! You're ready for your close-up, Ms. Shaw ;-)

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  3. EXPLICIT
    You need to add some Pink! to your running music - a little Explicit but you get the message - change the voices in your head!

    -
    Made a wrong turn
    Once or twice
    Dug my way out
    Blood and fire
    Bad decisions
    That's alright
    Welcome to my silly life

    Mistreated
    Misplaced
    Misunderstood
    Miss knowing it's all good
    It didnt slow me down.

    Mistaking
    Always second guessing
    Underestimating
    Look I'm still around

    Pretty, pretty please
    Dont you ever, ever feel
    Like you're less than
    Fucking perfect

    Pretty, pretty please
    If you ever, ever feel
    Like you're nothing
    You're fucking perfect to me

    You're so mean
    When you talk
    About yourself, you were wrong
    Change the voices in your head

    Make them like you instead
    So complicated
    Look how we all make it
    Filled with so much hatred
    Such a tired game

    It's enough
    I've done all I can think of
    Chased down all my demons
    I've seen you do the same

    Oh

    Pretty, pretty please
    Dont you ever, ever feel
    Like you're less than
    Fucking perfect

    Pretty, pretty please
    If you ever, ever feel
    Like you're nothing
    You're fucking perfect to me

    The whole worlds scared
    So I swallow the fear
    The only thing I should be drinking
    Is an ice cold beer

    So cool in line
    And we try, try, try
    But we try too hard
    And it's a waste of my time

    Done looking for the critics
    Cause they're everywhere
    They don't like my jeans
    They don't get my hair

    Exchange ourselves
    And we do it all the time
    Why do we do that?
    Why do I do that?

    Why do I do that?

    Yeeeeaaaahhh
    Oooooooh
    Oh baby pretty please

    Pretty, pretty please
    Dont you ever feel
    Like you're less than
    Fucking perfect

    Pretty, pretty please
    If you ever, ever feel
    Like you're nothing
    You're fucking perfect to me

    You're perfect, you're perfect

    Pretty, pretty please
    If you ever, ever feel
    Like you're nothing
    You're fucking perfect to me

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