Since I happened to be sitting next to Gwen while she opened her gifts Christmas morning, I ended up in a lot of the pictures.
In many of them, I am making incomprehensible faces.
In some of them, I am doing things with my hands that I simply cannot explain.
And in one of them, I appear to be boxing an invisible opponent.But the weirdest thing is that after looking through all of these pictures, rotating them and editing them for redeye, after perusing my image over and over and over again ... in not one single picture do I look at myself and think, "Whoa, I am fat." Not one.
(I mentioned this to my best friend, who told me he has not ever seen a picture of me and thought I looked fat. "Try to see it from my perspective," I urged him. "EVERY picture I see of me, I think, ugh, I am so fat. To see a picture - let alone a whole GROUP of pictures - where I don't think that? It's almost disorienting.")
(Stay tuned for my New Year's Resolutions, which for the first time in EVER will not include the words "lose weight".)