Why do my friends like the photo my godchildren posted in FB when I looked so fat, so unsmiling, so huge?
Ah, I guess it’s the background?
Mike took a good picture but I wish I were cropped out. Because I looked so fat, so unsmiling, so huge.
I rationalize – maybe those who clicked “like” liked the photo in toto. Or maybe they liked seeing me – fat, unsmiling, so huge?
Or maybe, as Liza Minelli said in her Oscar speech, “You like me, you really like me.”
Or as this “poster” puts it:
End of story.
Or is it?
Should I retire that shirt I love so much because it’s so comfortable? it makes me look so fat, so unsmiling, so huge. Well, maybe it’s not responsible for making me look so unsmiling.
Speaking of shirts, I have the propensity to wear a favorite till kingdom come. Early on in my paralysis, a few years out of college (okay, at least 3) I visited a friend in their family business’s office. She was clad in a striped dress and had pearls on. By then I was paralyzed so I didn’t go down the car. But she noticed my shirt and remarked, “Di ba, noong college pa yan?” And who knows when in college – first, second, third, fourth or fifth year?
I think I only retired that shirt when I grew too big for it. It was a happy shirt with pink, orange and aqua stripes. When I told another friend about the incident above last Saturday, she also remembered that shirt of mine and said I gave her one just like it. I’m not sure I did though.