Sunday, March 18, 2012

Frustration

Sunday morning and doing some laptop tidying.  Came across a once in a life time item:  A photo of myself from 1964. I must have scanned it way back in the day when I had a working scanner.  I really wanted to post it.  For no other reason than to prove to myself that I was once cute.

I fiddled with it off and on for the past three days and I cannot get it to work.  Downloads, uploads, jpegs, bitmaps, forwards.  NADA!  So I guess you will not be seeing that version of me here.

Just as well, I suppose.

My hair is about the same length; that's the only resemblance I can see.  My moles were removed years ago.  My hair is much darker.  The face is fatter and more heavily scarred.  My present glasses are less flattering and a dastardly unfortunate color choice.  I no longer smile.  Not like in that picture anyway.

In that picture I remember feeling cute.  Nobody (NOBODY!) ever told me I was cute.  Never!  Fat girls don't get told they are cute. EVER!  Not then.  Not on my wedding day.  Not when my kids were born.  Nope.  The most I ever got was a sort of pitying stare from an older female relative who would murmur, "And what a shame.  You could have such a pretty face."  Was that supposed to be kind?

It wasn't.

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