I hate having my picture taken. Forget about doing a photo shoot.
I’m not young, and I’m no longer thin. My thighs jiggle and my belly is soft. Instead of pimples, I now have wrinkles and jowls on my face. If I let it, my hair would be grey.
Those magazines I used to read, Glamor, Self, Cosmopolitan, they mock me as I walk past the newsstand.
No wonder I don’t like having my picture taken.
Society tells me I’m invisible and my social value has diminished.
I say, screw society, what every woman over 50 needs is a photo shoot. Especially one with friends.
I went away a few weekends ago with 6 business friends. Jennifer scheduled a photo shoot. My first thoughts included my soft belly, the state of lack in my closet, and the fact that any time I try to smile for the camera my eyes disappear and my face crinkles up.
In walks Faby from Focus, Click, Repeat. She made all of us feel (and look) like the bad-ass women that we are. Being photographed by a professional is much different than having my husband take a few shots of me (sorry Brian). They know how to make you look good. If you have friends around, they make you laugh. It looks and feels natural.
When I looked through all the pictures, I noticed I saw my flaws, but no one else’s. I’m guessing everyone else looked at them the same way, seeing their flaws and passing over mine.
I have no idea how and when I’ll use all the pictures I received. Who cares? They help me remember I’m worthy of being seen.
The Bottom Line
I’ve decided that I will not be invisible. My belly is soft because I gave birth to two children. A crinkly face just means that I can smile. My legs get me to where I need to go, no more complaints about jiggle thighs. Or arms for that matter. I’m going to laugh loud and hard. I’m grateful to be aging, there are so many people who didn’t get a chance.
Book a photo shoot, it may be the beginning of a revolution. Won’t you join me?
Yours in Gratitude,