Five minutes ago in my quick run to the Chelsea Whole Foods, I was approached by someone who reads my blog. He said “I knew it was you but I must say you look so much prettier in real life.” Zing.
Obviously I’d rather look better in the flesh than in a photo, but I still can’t help but feel offended. I know I’m not photogenic… but clearly I have to work on knowing how to look more like the real me in photographs.
I wanted to yell at him that this isn’t match.com, so I’m not selecting this single photo to represent who I am. It is so much more messy than that. Yet I recognize that I am opening myself up to criticism. We all do by blogging.
Ugh. I don’t even know why this is bothering me.
