Do my glasses seem to be twice as wide as my head? Argggh.
I have this book from one of my college photography classes called Another Way of Telling. In it, a photographer named Jean Mohr says this:
For myself, I'm not too fat, my nose is large but not unreasonably long. And yet for years I could not accept my own physical appearance. I used to dream of looking like Samuel Beckett. (To have a profile like his would perhaps also imply another way of life.) I took a number of self-portraits, and each time I "disguised" my face because I rejected it totally. I grimaced, I played tricks with the light, I deliberately moved the camera. The cure for this play-acting came when I was obliged to look at myself for the whole length of a television film . . . . There the dose was strong enough to cure me. This man whom I saw before me existed with all his weaknesses. He was real, and in a sense he was beyond my control. I was no longer responsible for his appearances.
I've always wondered if I could use this "cure" and desensitize myself. Somebody take this camera away from me...