I was photographing a client who I also knew had experience in photography. Knowing that I often share the sentiment of not liking any photos of me I asked her if she wanted to turn the camera on me for a minute. I had no make up on and went and threw on a black polo that I often wear while shooting. I don’t think I even ran a brush through my hair. But if I am honest, this is me on a typical day. A reflection of me. My body image. Simple, but ready to attack the world.
The other day I was showing someone their gorgeous photos and their first comment was about a wrinkle. My jaw dropped for a second because I am meticulous about my editing and I had done what I thought was a beautiful edit on the skin. This person quickly laughed, complimented my photos and admitted that they were just being picky. But later I thought about my experience editing and noticing details on people’s faces that I didn’t notice before and I realized something.
No one notices your wrinkles. At least not to the point you do.
It didn’t really hit me until I was attempting to walk into my day job on Monday as a third party risk manager for a local non-profit. I didn’t want to be there. And frankly had a hard time walking in the building. After a long weekend full of laughter, wonder and lots of twirling I realized how much fun I had just had the previous weekend photographing 12 girls. This is what I learned.
What I learned is giggling fixes everything.
Not sure how to pose? Giggle. Not sure how to say yes to wearing a tiara? Giggle. Want to […]
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