You know those people who moan and groan about people taking selfies and call them ‘vain and narcassists and who do they think they are’ etc etc, blah blah boring.
Well. I’m here to confess.
I take a selfie every day.
Sometimes I take more than one.
To my credit, I don’t specially put on make up, I always have clothes on and I don’t pose. I also don’t use a selfie stick and afterwards I don’t use a filter.
But still. I tilt my head one way and then another. I try one with a smile and one looking stern. I snap at different angles and in different lights.
I sometimes try get my cleavage in.
I do get a bit embarrassed when people see me taking them, but not that much. Or not as much as I used to.
And I smile every time I see someone else taking a selfie. Especially young girls and women.
Because I think it is bloody marvellous that we women have learned to love ourselves. And that young girls are celebrating themselves and the way they look. I love that we are all enjoying our own reflections and saying, ‘Hey, we’re okay, we’re cool, we’re even quite pretty.’
My friends may hate my selfie phase. Every day I send them pics on whatsapp, then sit back and wait for the barrage of rude comments.
But I never get them. I get the ‘oh mans, and the cutes, and the oh oh that is too adorable…’
Because I do them with my dog. And he’s a junkie. A selfie junkie. Seriously. He poses. We’re in this selfie phase together and we’re loving it.
He was a rescue and has grown so confident over the last year.
As have I.
It’s self esteem stuff.
We’ve learned to love ourselves. Just the way we are.