Rhyme and Reason from my Empty Nest

                                                                     Oh, for the good 'ole days. The days I thought my hips looked wide in my size 6 pants. The days of carefree photographs not caring if a hair was out of place. If my eyes were open, then the picture became more than acceptable. Looking back, I looked cute in every last one of them. No worry of whether I should do the skinny arm. Bend one knee. Stand more straight. Lean more forward. Move more back from the camera. Chin up. Chin down. Full grin or less of a smile to show less of my wrinkle collection.   If I raise my eyebrows, will I give myself an immediate face lift?   I don't even know exactly where I'm suppose to look when looking at the camera. There's a lot to consider. I don't recognize myself in the pictures of myself. Who is ...