THE IMAGE RE-IMAGINED
Recently, I was invited to take
part in a photo shoot on the theme of the writer’s habitat. The photographer is
highly talented, enormously creative, and prone to working with hip young
things, so I was being paid a huge compliment. Any right thinking person would have
jumped at the opportunity to buy in.
Instead, I ran a metaphorical hundred metre dash in the opposite
direction. Failed the first hurdle, dropped the baton. No medal, no purchase, no
sale. Clearly, my sanity had been
passed in at auction. Sigh.
So what was going on in my head? I’m
not photogenic, I’m 10 kilos overweight, which as everyone knows equates to an extra
five in a photograph, and I have a
chipped tooth, that’s what! In addition, my writer’s habitat is a perfect shambles at the moment. Not that
that would matter if the writer looked halfway decent. I could have donned a French
beret and a ton of mascara and dismissed tidiness as impossibly ordinary behaviour unbecoming to a
serious writer.
It took nearly a week to deal with
the self-hating, insecure teenager, who had emerged in my otherwise mature
head. The truth is, I actually like myself and the person I have grown into. I’m
comfortable with who I am. But it has been a process of years to accept the
packaging Creator God gave me; to accept that He deems ‘good’ what He made and loves
what He sees. I just didn’t believe it enough. Not enough to submit to a series
of photographs, anyway. So I have been
taking stock. I wouldn’t dream of despising
the physical imperfections of any of God’s other creations - all His works are wonderful
‘and that my inner self knows right
well’ as Psalm 139 puts it – despite how society might shun, ignore or pity
them. To despise the packaging I am in, is
to despise the Designer. God forbid.
The same Psalm records that our
bodies were ‘formed in secret, intricately and curiously wrought as if
embroidered with various colours’. On my
way to my seventh decade, I intend to re-imagine the image I have long held of
myself. I rather like the imagery of
myself as colourful embroidery!
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