Camera phobia

I was thinking (I do that from time to time) that I would try to put a picture of myself on this blog, since it's well, uh, basically about me (which my sister thinks is slightly narcissistic, but I'm okay with that). The last picture that was taken of me was when I was in the hospital after the birth of my second child. Yeah, if you think I'm posting that you're crazy. I do not look like those women who come out of childbirth looking great, ready to jump back into their size 6 jeans and get home ASAP (I like to affectionately call those gals "crazy bitches."). No, I look like a doped up, puffy marshmallow person wearing sweats, trying not to cry when the nurse informs me it's time to leave. So no, I will not be posting that picture. Which makes me think it's time for me to get my picture taken. Yeesh, even the thought makes me shudder and recoil in horror. Cuz here's the thing, even if I think I look good on that particular day I'll get the picture back and think "Crikey! THAT'S what I look like?! Good grief! Why didn't somebody tell me I have no chin, my forehead is enormous (and I'm obviously parting my hair all wrong), and I look 5 months pregnant in that shirt." I'd rather live in oblivion, unknowing of the exact nature of my looks. Either that or someone needs to teach me how to Photoshop the heck out of all my pictures.