The other night my BFF asked me send her a selfie on my way to a big night out. Five years ago, maybe even one year ago, I would have said ‘Excaaauuuse me! I’m not that kind of girl’. Instead, I snapped a plum-lipped smiling shot and awaited one in return.
I know they get a bad rap, but I love selfies. I love seeing my friends’ adorable mugs as they go on a date with their kiddos; as they react to the little brown present their toddler just left them on the floor; at the end of the day as they cheers with a glass of their signature drink.
There is something engaging about seeing someone’s eyes, their smile, how they hold their bodies. There is something a little more personal in a very impersonal online world…. when it’s done with certain intent.
