Oh…baby. Please, I’m begging you… re-touch me, again and again.
Ahhh….mooove me, shift me and rotate me, faster, faster, FASTER!
YES, YES! Don’t stop! Enhance me, Big Boy! Right there, yes, right there!
CROP the @*& out of me, HARDER!! Do it! Do it! DOOOO ITTTTTT!
Ever notice how as we get older, the few pictures of ourselves (even the selfies) that we allow others to see, get smaller and smaller? Body parts go missing, cut in quarters or halved?
My all time favorite words in the photo editing business by far are; Retouch, Rotate, Enhance and Crop.
Just look at those words. They are so, beautiful. Definitely my bffs. If you don’t know them yet, I suggest you introduce yourself to them, pronto!
But these besties were not always in my life. Only since I have reluctantly been swimming to my f-*^@ 50’s, have they so gallantly walked into my exciting life.
Before then, I was whole. Complete. A full person.
Now, I am only a collection of broken pieces, scattered around like ashes.
Take my legs for instance. They used to look like the picture above.
Now, I can only showcase this much of them:
Below, is my frontal lower side with my – never leave home without it – fanny pack.
Here is my enhanced and re-touched Gravatar photo >:
Oh, alright. I’ll reveal a bit more:
Well, you get the picture.
The fact is that as we get older, we feel the need to get retouched, enhanced, rotated and cropped (literally – wink, wink and figuratively) to pieces and show less of our beautiful whole bodies.
Truthfully, if it wasn’t for the fact that my husband is a public official and I shouldn’t reveal much (even though I am blogging about my most private moments), I would let it all hang out!