I’m letting you in on a little confession of mine: sometimes I care way too much about how I look in pictures. I alluded to that fact in one of my 31 Days of Weakness posts.
I also mentioned it in my post about the game face I make during crossfit activities. Making these comments every now and again is OK with me. What’s not ok, however, is when I spend an evening crying over the fact that it looks like I have cellulite in a picture.
This crying episode happened a couple months ago and I thought about it the other day and how utterly ridiculous it is that I actually spent time stressing over something so miniscule in the grand picture of life. Way to be a hot mess, Caitlin.
One of the things I’ve noticed about blogging is that if I write something down then I will actually act on it in real life. Blogging in the blogosphere is great, but when I can make real changes in how I act and feel, that shii is awesome. I’m a true believer in constantly evolving.
So – here’s me officially saying – I don’t care about how I look in pictures. I’m definitely going to have a bajillion more bad ones taken in my lifetime and I’m probably going to have some really good ones. (Woop! Thank goodness.)
In the meantime, I’ll just poke fun at what I got going on right now.
^praying ??!
^awkward hunchback under barbed wires
^not low enough
^I think I look like a giraffe lol
^I actually like this one!
*This activity was actually pretty funny! What pictures of yours make you laugh? Have you ever cried over a pic?
