I could, at the very least, get a better picture of what it actually looks like. I could take a picture that doesn't have a giant poof residing over my right ear. I could take a picture where I was paying attention--even the smallest amount--to my squinty eye.
Have I told you about the squinty eye? I never noticed that one of my eyes photographs thirty times smaller than the other one until my wedding pictures came back. Horrified*, I thought maybe it had been a wedding day phenomenon. So I looked at my engagement pictures, my 12th grade pictures, swim team pictures, and on and on and on. All of them. Squinty eyed. The real wonder was that I didn't notice this until I was nearing 22.
I've since learned a few tricks. Turn my head, ever so slightly, so that the squinty eye is forward. This makes it look larger. Smile gently so that the over zealous cheek doesn't upstage the eye quite so much.
But when Troy snapped this picture, I turned the squinty eye away--for reasons unknown.
It should also be noted that both Troy and I like my hair exponentially better a couple hours after its been styled. It has time to relax. When its freshly styled its all, Well, hello there, World. Look at me. When its freshly styled its all up in my business. And by business, I mean face.
In any case.
There you have it. But, look away from the hair and squinty eye. I know it's hard to take your eyes off of it. But try. For the sake of my collar bone, try. Because, let's face it, if there's one good thing about that picture, it's the collar bone.
*I love my wedding pictures, despite the fact that I look like I need to be wearing an eye patch.