Repeat after me: nobody gives a shit. Try again: nobody gives a shit. Your objections boil down to control - you can't control your image properly and you don't want to give others control over your life. Thing of it is, you'll never be able to control your image properly and you'll never be able to prevent others from interfering in your life the way you're afraid. But... and I mean this: Nobody gives a shit. Nobody gives a shit that you spend a half hour in front of the mirror every day. NOBODY. Nobody is looking at you that close, and they never will. I love my wife dearly but I have never scrutinized her that closely even on our wedding day. If she spent half an hour in front of the mirror every morning I might just love her less. Nobody gives a shit about ungraceful instants. They laugh at funny faces. Those funny faces will occasionally be yours. Welcome to the human race. Nobody gives a shit about your private pecadillos until you run for office. Then, they'll use whatever they can. If they can't find anything, they'll make shit up. That said, using "I don't want anyone taking a picture of me with a lighbulb in my anus" as an excuse for "I don't want anyone taking a snapshot of me in slacks and a t-shirt" is pathological. Nobody gives a shit where you live, what you drive, what level you are in Ingress or how many Facebook friends you have. Sure - piss someone off on the Internet and they'll find all sorts of things to stalk you with. But you know what? If they're finding you on a friends' facebook or whatever you're already fucked so let it go. It doesn't really have much to do with photos - that's a whole 'nuther discussion. But you've got a big hangup about your place in the world. For your own mental health and personal advancement, try to imagine caring about your friends as much as you are imagining they're caring about you. You'll be exhausted just thinking about it. Let it go. Or try to. You'll find yourself caring a lot less about photos, and caring a lot more about shit that actually matters.