I’m not big on #selfies. Of any kind. I almost always look like a jaundiced bullfrog who had an extra helping of flies from the Lily-Pond-buffet. On the odd occasion, I’ve taken one and though Oh. My. Word. Is that me?! But for the most part it’s Holy Crap! and then some other scary thought.
Of course, I have friends that are the Queens of selfies; particularly of the restroom variety. Two come to mind. I won’t mention names, but the first always shares a selfie from a restroom when she travels, whether it’s to a local retreat, or to The City of Gold or even Beyond Borders. And she always looks so good. She’s modest, so will tell me it’s the exquisite light reflected off the bathroom mirror, but we both know it’s because she’s a gorgeous soul, both in and out. She can wear a paper bag and still look like a million bucks – a million bucks even looks good with hand sanitizer and beige-doors-that-don’t-go-all-the-way-to-the-ceiling-nor-floor in the background.
Then there is another friend, closer-than-blood who I believe on some level is a soul-mate. She almost always knows when to drop me a text or some random picture of me that she’s edited with I ❤ U written on it. Shit, when I typed that, I thought that sounds stalker-like but it’s not. She’s married to an amazing man, but she and I have shared a great deal.
We are both on a constant journey to rid ourselves of the few extra fat cells that cling to our waists, so to motivate each other, images of healthy meals fly through cyberspace faster than plates from the kitchen to the table during a Gordon Ramsay dinner service. When there is progress with Operation-Flatten-Muffin-Top, she will send me a selfie of her, with her tummy exposed, and I think I have got to eat more protein!
When she was a few days from being a Missus, she sent a group of us a picture of her in some obscure roadside gas station toilet, on the throne, with a rather descriptive caption. I found myself think I hope she’s squatting, and that her handbag is not touching the floor
Today has not been a good day, yet like a ray of sunshine I just got a selfie from her, characteristic white public loo tiles in the background, smiling like a Cheshire Cat, captioned “I’m peeing”. My first thought is Really, Sweetpea? but I will admit, I laughed. Loudly! Her randomness brought such a smile to my face.
I guess when you’ve been friends for as long as we have, the weirdest things can bring a guffaw from within. Who would have thought restroom selfies too could bring some joy?
Reflections of a Misfit 