Have you ever had a moment when you saw a photograph of yourself and had the sickening realization that something BAD is happening to you? Facebook is a forum for those moments, and I had one of them yesterday.
One of the projects my Rotary Club spearheaded is a Net Zero Energy house with Habitat for Humanity. Charles Muldrow, a local architect with a passion for designing and building energy efficient spaces, took on the organization, fundraising and design a project like this requires. Because of his work, we are now building the NZE house in Mt. Pleasant.
Let me just admit it: I cannot stand to do handy projects, because they always reduce me to woeful ineptness in a hurry. I can paint anything, but I am useless with just about anything else. Couple that with the fact that I woke up with a migraine on my appointed day, and working at the NZE house turned into an exquisite form of torture.
I went anyway.
Lou Mello was there, iThingy in tow, snapping photographs to document the day. He took one of me that has to rank in the upper echelon of butt-ugly photos of all-time.
Or, maybe I just don’t like how gigantic my butt LOOKS in it.
I saw it when he uploaded it to Facebook and groaned but left it there. He didn’t tag me, leaving few people to actually witness the real estate occupied by my backside. I sighed with frustrated relief and went on with my life.
Until Charles Muldrow tagged me in the blasted photo today, tying it to my page and leaving it on view for anyone who knows me to see. I don’t want to be vain, but dang, that is one disaster of a photo.
I have only untagged myself in a photo one time on Facebook. It was one of those cartoon collages of heads proclaiming each little picture ‘the happy one’ or ‘the friendly one’ or ‘the explosive one.’ I was tagged as ‘the annoying one’ by this person from high school, something that hurt my feelings much more than it should’ve. After seeing that stupid little cartoon come up in my feed for days and days, I took my name off the thing and went on with my life.
Is it wrong to untag myself simply because I don’t like the way I look in a picture? It feels petty to me, but what do you think?