It seems like a good idea, then you take a look. Ugh, that’s awful! Every spot, every wrinkle.
Delete.
Do over.
Click.
Yuck.
Selfies are not my friend. Aging is tough on women and the selfie seems to expose exactly what makes it hard-seeing your “young“ self in an older shell. When did that happen?
Men go grey and look distinguished. They grow facial hair to compensate for the loss up top. Women spend hours battling in the magnifying mirror with a small fortune of beauty products promised to stop the inevitable.
How do we age with grace?
How do we accept each new wrinkle?
How do we love ourselves unconditionally?
Skip
the
selfie.