I turned my face this way, that way, pout faces, everything I tried, the more I clicked the worst I looked. When someone noticed me, I never took a selfie, it was an odd form I felt. I did not want to be put up in the list of selfie madness.But yes, there I was falling into the trap of “selfie obsession”.
Do I term it as a “self-obsession”?
No, It is not the self obsession, its like self- realization for me. I am not someone who is fond of mirrors or anything that showcases the outer beauty, but of late, the front cameras started to grab my attention. I started taking my photos, to see how I react to the cameras, how do I capture my moments, special moments that I want to cherish. Even though it was the camera click, I looked into the eye of the camera, focus my attention, trying to involve myself in the picture, and as I clicked, the picture was not only on the screen but also in my memory. Every special moment with my child, I wanted in my heart, selfie was indeed helping me to create a collage of memories.
The way I played with the different shades of colors, fillers, beautification etc. was almost thrilling me. I loved the black and white shade, the reflection of me in it. Indeed like many others, I tried different styles, but Never it worked on me. Until unless the picture speaks of me, I never uploaded them in my social media profiles.
It might be an obsession for others, a weird madness as I term it.I still pursue it, to get rid of my camera shyness. I was from the very beginning a camera shy, always the one who spoils the group picture, hence this selfie madness revived the thought in me “I am also beautiful”, helping me to stand upright and smile in my photos. I am shy to take selfies in front of other scared of being categorized as one among those mad collections.
Yet all these thoughts vanished .. as I went on clicking my own memories.
Selfies are total madness….Memories of Madness as I would love to call it.