I said in my Forty For 40 post that I would take a portrait of myself every month until I hit 40. So here’s the first instalment. I hate taking photos of myself and I hate photos of myself and I can list so many more hates that I feel when I see photos of myself. This will be therapy. I’m stuck with this face, wonky smile and hamster cheek and all. I haven’t blurred, deleted, erased anything digitally but by golly, I had shitload of make up on. Consider it as girdle for the face.