Make-up selfies. Clothing selfies. Food selfies. No make-up selfies. Selfies at a cool place. Selfies hanging at home. The duck face selfie. The sexy selfie. The selfie poking fun at selfies. Selfies with family. Selfies with friends. Selfies with pets. The staged moment selfie.
With the release of the forward-facing cameras on cellphones came the selfie explosion.
I struggle with selfies. I never mastered the art of having my picture taken when it was at an acceptable distance, much less up-close and personal. My face was not built for extreme close-ups.
(It could have something to do with my refusal to give up much needed sleep in favor of fixing my face and hair.)
When it comes to the rare selfie, I usually lean toward the funny selfies. If I’m going to look like a dweeb, I might as well own it.
Like this one when I was trying to control the mop.
Or this one when I realized you could now rent textbooks.
Rarely are my children seen with me in selfies (even the ones where I don’t look like a dweeb). Much like the Loch Ness Monster or Big Foot, they are currently mythical teenagers caught in a rare, fuzzy glimpse as they rush to get out of the frame. (Unless I call mom privilege, which I use sparingly. Then they just look in pain.)
People give semi-professional selfie-takers a hard time. (You know who you are.)
Honestly though, if you like to take pictures of yourself, then go on with your bad selfie (insert groan). Show the world what you are doing. Who cares?
Too much time is spent on Judgey McJudgersons who complain about people oversharing their lives on social media, yet keep them on their friends list, so they scope their page and judge them for oversharing.
I, for one, like to see the smiling faces of my friends. I also like to see food, cool places you are visiting and your pets and kids.
As for me, I will probably continue with the dweeb-like selfies. No point in pretending.
Though I will admit, I took one selfie that I absolutely adore. It wasn’t completely staged. It was a moment. I took it and actually liked it.
Yes. It’s with my dog, who crawled up on the bed when I collapsed following a soul-sucking, frustrating day. Love my dogs. (Also love my kids. See above why there are few pictures of them. [insert mom guilt])
And I kind of look like an elf in it. Inner nerd rejoices.
So continue sharing your world with the world. As it was once said by Bernard Baruch it appears (though for years I thought it was Dr. Seuss), “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.”
Michelle Leigh Miller is an independently published author, freelance writer, and blogger in Southeastern Ohio. Basically, she is just writing words.