I have no idea why but there isn't one decent picture of myself I am prepared to show on this blog.
I am not vain (particularly) but I have decided I am fatorexic, or the opposite of anorexic.
I look in the mirror and think,
Yeah, not bad,
I have good legs.
I like my arms.
My neck is okay.
My bum is great.
And then I look at a photogragh of myself and weep at the epic proportions of my bingo wings, back fat, thighs, and wrinkles. This post wasn't supposed to be a a mission to fish for compliments, by the way, just a statement of why I don't use my photograph.
Having only met a few other bloggers in real life, I wanted to show my photo so there is a slim (Hah! See, fatorexic) chance that one or two of you going to BritMums Live will recognise me without me having to wear a Misty Moo mask.
But I failed.
So I have taken a self portrait, sort of, so that you can recognise my left ear and eye. I don't have 2 left eyes or 3 chins in real life (see, I probably do but being fatorexic I don't notice them).
And if anyone recognises me from this photo I will be genuinely amazed.
I look forward to seeing many of you on Friday x
Note to self: extra collagen cream for the next 3 days and wear make-up before taking self portrait.