It Ain't Me Babe...Is It?

It's very hard to accept aging, no matter what anyone says. I look in the mirror and, if I'm really being honest with myself, I see an unfamiliar face.  Photographs increase my awareness of the changes I've undergone. The photographs tell the true story because they leave nothing to my imagination.  It's all there, in color. Yes ma'am. 


I am particularly touchy about it as this is another milestone birthday year.

My best friend from Jr. High, pictured here, hates having

her photograph taken.  Why?  No idea as she seems to look the best when we review the shots.  Nevertheless, she is and always has been the most reluctant to have her photo taken.

Another friend of mine is always cute and smiling  and our photographs together convey the fun we have.
When we were teens, she asked me to straighten her hair with Perma Straight.  We  became distracted and left it in too long and her hair came out in clumps!  Somehow, we laughed through it all.

This friend and I have shared some seriously hilarious times together. She never minds having her photo taken.  I have some doozies of her when we were in high school.  


What is interesting to me is to view photos of myself I once thought terrible and think,
"Well, that's not so  bad!" 
  
How 'bout you?