The Horror. A moment I would always dread, avoid, and try to pretend like never happened 🤦🏻♀️ AKA The Family Photo Op...dun dun dun.... scroll to see the progression of the family photo op😆
On the rare occasions I would actually consent to having my picture taken...I had many strategies and stipulations☝🏻
Mainly: I don’t want to see it, and don’t tag me in it👊🏻😆
In a perfectly posed photo, I would be either a) in the back, angled perfectly or b) shielded by a child 👌🏻
NSV: now I don’t worry about it...now instead of worrying about how my arms look, or how big I look compared to everyone else, or if I have rolls showing...I can just take a picture 🤷🏻♀️ .
And if I take it from far enough back I don’t even have to worry about if my wrinkles are starting to show 👌🏻😂 #thisisthirty