My father told us once that the reason people are photogenic is because they have faces with sharp angles and high cheek bones. Well, thanks for your round-faced nonexistent cheek boned DNA, Dad! And thanks for the observation, was it even solicited advice? No, it wasn’t.
After that I have taken it upon myself not to have my photo taken with anyone, anywhere at any time. The only time I was “caught” was my wedding photos and some obligatory ones over the years to prove that my children had a mother and my husband did indeed have a wife. I have luckily not passed down my round-faced nonexistent cheek bone DNA to my children; they have their father’s who is sickenly photogenic.
My oldest daughter is a photographer and just recently showed me a way to make my face look not so round, etc. in photographs. As you are smiling, slightly move your forehead forward. It works! No kidding! So, look out I’m going to be hamming it up whenever there’s a camera around from now on.
So, last month I went to the DMV with a new confidence. My last license had expired after 10 years. Back then I had lied about my weight and subtracted 3 lbs. That’s how delusional (and vain) I was back then. My weight still matters to me, so this time I’ve decided to subtract 20 lbs! Don’t think I’ll get away with it?
After getting there at 8am and waiting two hours it was finally my turn. I knew I looked good. Full makeup, hair straightened and a flattering top.
“My picture will look great with my new protruding forehead move,” I thought to myself.
The DMV lady said, “Stand in front of the blue screen and look directly at the red light. Push your bangs away from your eyes and put your hair behind your back.”
Well, okay, I did as I was told, thinking, “This isn’t going to do much for my photo.” Undaunted, I moved my bangs, my hair, put my forehead forward and gave a pleasant smile. She snapped the photo and I felt confident.
“You closed your eyes, let’s take another one” This happened two more times.
At the last retake I was so strung out trying to keep my hair out of my eyes, hair behind my back, eyes open and forehead forward I didn’t care what happened anymore.
Well, that devil may care attitude got me what I deserved. The license came in the mail two weeks later and the only one to see it has been my husband, Allison and the guy at the liquor store (I did apologize to him).
When Allison saw it she said sadly, “Oh, were you hot? It looks like you were sweating.”
In the end it was the same round-cheeked, boneless faced, deer caught in headlights look that I have come to love.