I tried taking a new selfie this morning, but every one came out wrong. I looked tired and sad, old, droopy, wrinkly, bloated. Instead of continuing to try, feeling bad about how I looked, being hard on myself, I understood that it was 5 a.m., I am tired and sad, and that does make me look haggard (definition: “looking exhausted and unwell, especially from fatigue, worry, or suffering” — pretty accurate).
So instead I found a self portrait I’d taken earlier in the summer, with Dexter out of frame but happily lounging next to me. I was rested, relaxed, content, at ease, and you can see that in my face. I’m not doing it to deny who I am right now, but rather to remind myself that this is also who I am, still.