Generally, in real-life (you know, the thing opposite of what you're looking at right now) we look at people's faces because that's how we're suppose to communicate with people, it's how we scope someone's emotions, and gauge what they're really thinking.
I think you can give me that argument, right? Faces are pretty damn great.
But, selfies (insert eyes rolling) are the devil; they're a self-involved public pictorial statement from a camera-raping son-of-a-bitch begging the reassurance to the ever-annoying, "am I pretty? I'm so pretty, right?! Right??"
As a selfie-loving mom of four who's had every inch of her body stretch, sag, and most definitely, not bounce back (stilllll waiting for that one), I have to say, "bahahhahhha." Us moms, with our three-day unwashed hair, unshaven legs, dark-circled eyes, know the hell motherhood has on our looks and we, who,
stupidly lovingly sacrifice ourselves again and again to create fucking life could give a damn if you think we're pretty.
I don't strive for pretty anymore. I strive to look average. I strive to look like I got some sleep last night.
And when I cleverly think I can fool you - SHAZAM!!!! - I take a fucking selfie.
Brushed my teeth. Selfie.