Yup. I hate my NoH8 photo. Actually, hate is not strong enough. I despise it. In the words of Heather Mooney “It exacerbates the genetic betrayal that is my legacy.” If Richard hadn’t been home when I saw it I may have cried…

In other words, I look like a terrified, bald cow. I should have known that Extreme White Light and Very Bright Flashes would be a bad look for me. I should have. I also should have realized how intimidated I’d be when the man pointed the Giant Camera at me. Every insecurity I’ve ever had crept forward. When I look at my NoH8 photo I can see fear in my eyes.

Dudes. I even tried shrinking it so no one could click to full size off Twitter. Still bad. Then I *photoshopped myself*. And shrunk it again. I still hated it. And worse, now therapists can smell me from miles away. Photoshopping myself. Idiot!

Anyhoo, it was a fun *experience* overall and the money I paid is for a good cause. The only downside is that I have no control over the image and it will be on the net for eternity. Gross. But you will never see it here. Or Twitter. Or Facebook.

Is vanity a sin?

tagged: vanity noh8 bald disappointed insecure photo fail