Jack's post made me think a bit.
I have been with my Sweetheart for over 17 years. I think I can think of 10 pictures of us that I would actually show someone, and maybe 20 pictures that actually exist. How is that possible? I think there are whole portions of my life where I ducked a camera at any cost. I undoubtedly did this because I was unhappy in my appearance.
Well, now I am less fat. I am pleasantly happy about it. However, I don't see myself changing my picture habits... How do I start operation photogenification? When I was small, I think my mother had me at JCPenney and Sears every week for a professional shoot. I had what I can only coin a 'Cherry Coke' smile: If you have trouble idenfying this, just close your eyes. Imagine it is over 100 degrees and 100% humidity outside, and you just mowed the lawn. You come into the garage, and pull an ice-cold Cherry Coke out of the fridge. It opens with a sizzle. You take a gulp. You sigh. Now, what smile is on your face? = Cherry Coke Smile. I had the same overly exuberant pose in all my pictures.
I need to change my thinking. I need a reason to smile so much and so hard that dimples magically appear.
Got any jokes to get me started?
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