It’s a blimmin’ stupid word, isn’t it? So 21st century and SELF-indulgent and me, me, me. It even sounds like selfish.
For those of you who don’t know, it’s what ‘the young ones’ do. They take endless photos of themselves on their phones – sucking in their cheekbones and posing and pouting and then splash it all over Facebook and Instagram. Boring.
I must be pretty 21st century and down with the kids myself, because I brought the word up in my The Gallery: Self portrait post a few months ago and most people hadn’t heard of it.
There’s a technique to it, apparently – you hold your phone up high to get your best side – and then you suck your cheeks in and you pose. Well, it’s never worked for me. But then I’m not a poser.
I’m not averse to having photos of myself. But my husband takes them. Of me and the kids together. They’re not selfies.
But anyway, I digress, I need to present you with a selfie. And I’m not keen to do that. I’m not one for posing and pouting. Not because I’m uncomfortable with my appearance, because, actually I’m very comfortable with my appearance. I don’t think I’m beautiful or amazing, because I’m not.
But I’m comfortable in my own skin. Nothing about my appearance (even the spots and grey hairs and wrinkles) makes my feel awkward or embarrassed or want to hide myself.
And so, without further ado. Ladies and gentleman, I give you my selfie…