There’s something true about it.

I couldn’t put my finger on it until

I started taking enough pictures

of myself to notice that the ones

I liked most were the ones where

I felt my best. What other reason’s

there for taking our own pictures

if not to remember, to look back on

periodically that version of us

we found best? And taking them

are we not also trying to picture

ourselves in the future, to remind us

of that feeling with a certain look

that we and others (we hope!) might

recognize, might look fondly on,

might nod and say Yes, that’s you,

that’s exactly what you look like.

This must be the case, and it must

also be good. Good to remember

our better selves. By what other means

could we keep being them if not

by remembering? A photo makes it

easy to know what it was like, and

how it must’ve felt, to be our best. 

But not this one. This one’s I don’t know.

Maybe it’s the lighting. The time of day.


R. Charboneau

4 thoughts on “Felt Cute Might Delete Later

  1. This made me smile. I have too many of those “I don’t know.” pictures. Sometimes it’s definitely the lighting, maybe the time of day, or just my critical eye. Thanks for sharing. ☺

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  2. Wow, this resonated with me so much. I often look at photos like my college freshman student ID, and see that naive, excited face smiling back at me. It’s times like those when I think, “That girl had no idea what she was in for!” I can definitely remember what I was thinking and feeling in those pictures, and there was nothing that could prepare me for the four years ahead.

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