I realized something last night and it made me happy. The older I get, the less judgment I have been.
This means I am admitting to myself having been and probably still being judgmental. Yeah, I still am. Um, aren’t we all? And if you say you aren’t, I just don’t believe you. There’s always something to judge.
Once upon a time, I would HATE to look at pictures of myself. Like, please don’t show me the old family pics of me with lame hair or the ones from my birthday party and graduation. Ick! Totally judging myself and how I looked.
Then Facebook comes out and it’s like, “OMG! STOP! Stop tagging me in photos!” I would look at other people’s photos too and wonder how they would be so okay posting certain pictures of themselves. Yes, I admit that too.
And then I grew up – you know like the kind of growing up that happens after you become an adult? I realized how ridiculous, selfish, stupid and shallow that was of me and I looked beyond that. The pictures are of life and I love seeing my friends and family living life. That’s the real beauty. The life in their eyes and sometimes the pain. They post personal victories and they ask for support when it feels their world is crumbling and we get to feel apart of the love. It’s a community and who doesn’t love being part of a community? Even when they are a country away.
I look at pictures of myself differently now. It’s not about how young, old, pretty, thin, fat or ‘cool’ I look. It’s about moments. Happy, sad, powerful… meaningful.