To me... if a picture looks good, it doesn't look like me. If it looks like me, I think the pic is terrible.
I think it may stem back to my childhood. My older sister was my Moms fav. She was a girly girl who didn't get dirty (wierd), did as she was told and didn't talk back to any adult. Took beautiful pics. I attract dirt like a magnet and I am pretty much the opposite of my sister... in every way. My hair always looked like it was a mess. Mom would put curls in our hair. My sister would still have curls for a week (her hair was naturally curly). My straight hair was ... straight after 10 minutes. Barretts and ponytail holders "slithered" out of my hair and were lost forever. I never met a tree that I didn't try to climb. Although Mom didn't mind that so much when we were collecting mangos or coconuts (I was good at climbing coconut palms). I was my Dad's favourite "son". Three thing I did were my dad's proudest moments... first time I beat the snot out of a boy (first grade... he deserved it), First time I caught a gator... I was 8 yo... it was only about 3 ft (fun size) and it was an accident. The gator grabbed the bobber on my fishing pole (cane) and wouldn't let go. Daddy wouldn't let me keep the gator since I had freaked my Mom out just the week before because she found the Glass snake
I had. She didn't buy the "It's not really a snake it's a lizard" argument. PROVING it with the encyclopedia just made her mad. The third proudest moment which eclipsed every thing else was I had twins. And they really loved their "Papa".
When we left NC to come out west in 2009, My mom said goodbye to my daughter and ignored me (I was standing right next to her). I've talked to my Mom once since then. A friend was murdered and I called her to see if the local cops were doing anything and to see where the funeral was being held so I could e-mail belated condolences (she didn't even bother to let me know that someone I had known for 45 years and considered almost a brother had been murdered!) Only reason I knew was my younger sister (actually my older sisters kid... long story) e-mailed one of my daughters to let her know AFTER the funeral was held.
I'm sure a shrink would say I have "avoidance" issues. But I still think it's back to my mother in regards to photos. I spent years of listening to "this is a good photo, it doesn't look a thing like you" or "This one is awful... It looks just like you but why didn't you brush your hair before the picture was taken" (or any of a million other old complaints). Besides why should I have a pic taken. I'm 51 now, if anyone in the family wants to know what I look like... all they have to do is go find a pic of any of my female aunts or first cousins and there you are! As for strangers. I am so "AVERAGE" looking that you can pick out any one with similar colouring And I look just like them. Folks all the time think they know me. It's just that I am so average looking that I look like any white middle aged, dark brown/grey haired, overweight woman... with freckles. I am GENERIC! So why bother with pics! As for my kids... right now Stacey looks like I did at 25yo... Anna looks just like my cousin Phyllis when she was 25 yo. ALL the women on my mom's side of the family is like that. We have to look at the dates on the back of pics to figure out who is who. We all look the same. My two girls and their two girl cousins (Which are my first cousins grand kids and first cousins to each other ) all look the same. So much that many folks would see them and think they were either quadruplets (4 of a kind) or sisters born very close together.
I figure I am old enough that I no longer need to stay neat and tidy for a picture and no one wants to see me anyway.
Long answer to a short question. I'm bored today.