This is my entry for week 12 of The Gallery over at Tara Cains lovely blog Sticky Fingers. The prompt this week is 'Self Portrait'. When I saw the prompt my initial thought was to sit this one out. I hate pictures of myself. I think I am spectacularly unphotogenic, to the point where I didn't even think I looked that great in my wedding pictures. I un-tag photos of myself posted by others on Facebook. I've even been through old photographs and destroyed all the 'ugly' ones. I'm not vain, just very self-deprecating.
Then I read a little more about what inspired the prompt in the first place. A touching post on another brilliant blog (you can read it here) about precious photographs of a dearly departed Mum. The essence of the post was that sometimes photographs are all we have left to remind us of someone precious when they are gone. Gulp. Thanks to my penchant for destroying all evidence of me looking like a minger and hiding whenever someone brings a camera out, there are no recent photographs of me. None of me with my beautiful boy. None.
So brings me to my chosen photographs. They are not self portraits in the literal sense, I didn't take them (they would be truly awful if I did). I think they're rather apt though. They go with my nickname as I'm very nearly Nudie in them. I know what you're thinking, here's someone who claims to hate having her photo taken posing half naked on the internet! To be honest I would have treasured these photographs regardless of how I look in them, they were of such a special time. I think these are photographs my son would cherish.
That's him I'm a growing................
Fuck. That's my cover blown then.