The women in my family tend to be very sensitive about pictures. Whenever there are ugly photos floating around... we monitor the situation closely. Heaven forbid someone puts those ugly pictures up on facebook. Then the angry phone calls ensue:
"Excuse me, take that down immediately. I have man-hands."
"Dude. I'm untagging myself. I have the biggest butt in history in that picture."
"Did you not see the Gomer Pyle face I was making? You're mean."
It could be that we're just vain. But I don't think so. No woman wants hundreds of people to see images of her captured forever in time with one eyelid closed and a double chin.
But every now and then a few slip through the cracks. Like these pictures my Mom took of me while we were saying goodbye to Rebecca before she left for China.
I think the only word that can describe me in these is, "Uggo."
But my Mom doesn't agree.
"NO, those are sweet pictures."
There's nothing sweet about forehead wrinkles and a red nose. Just look at Bill Clinton. But still, I think she might have a small point. Because while these might not be the most attractive pictures ever taken of me, they are honest. Because I'll never forget how it felt to say goodbye to her. I miss her terribly.
*Coincidentally... these are the same faces I've been making for the past 11 weeks of first trimester hell. Think I'm being over dramatic? Fine. But don't say it to my face. With all these hormones coursing through my veins I could probably throw someone across the room Hulk style.