I never realized how completely unfit for public consumption I actually am whenever I have to dig around in my bag for some stupid thing that always eludes capture… until my mother pointed it out this morning.
I do NOT (as I previously thought), look like this:
Not even CLOSE.
This is what I REALLY look like:
I would’ve thought she could have found some time in the TWO DECADES SINCE SHE’S HAD ME to let me know that I’m shooting my public image square in the face.