But I do.
I really, really do.
The detail on my lace panties, my wild morning hair, my crooked finger, the silvery trails of stretch marks on my hips and breast, the blue veins that are just barely visible.
Why I like this more than the one from the other day is not a known quantity to me, but I see this image and I am lit up. Same woman, same body, different attitude, the power of a different lens.
May we all have the ability to switch them out when we need to.