Killing Me Loudly
In which I ask my dear readers to decimate my vanity by voting for the best and worst photos from my book jacket headshots. My meager ego is in your hands.
For weeks, I’ve been complaining about my face.
Just in general, yes, and internally always, but these days specifically because I had to have a professional photographer (luckily, a friend) take some photos of me for my book jacket. (DAD TRUTHS, PRE-ORDER IT HERE!)
Many of you were skeptical. I got countless emails telling me that my face is gorgeous, beautiful, flawless. I even got a Facebook message from that one girl from college who told me I looked like Leonardo DiCaprio (don’t worry, I laughed in her face). The outpouring of support I received was heartwarming, reassuring, and—I can’t lie—ego-boosting.
Actually, I can lie. Because not a single one of you emailed me to talk me off the ledge, and to be totally honest, I can’t blame you.
I’m about to show you why.
Today, I am unveiling a handful of the nearly 300 photos I had taken (I told you he was a friend), nearly 295 of which are unusable. *Jerry Seinfeld voice* UNUSABLE!
Even better? I’m going to let you vote on them! Don’t hurt me.