"I am not photogenic.”
That’s what I admit before someone tries to snap a picture of me. I fight off the click of a shutter or the touch of a button because I don’t want to look at yet another half-decent picture of myself.
I don’t know, I’m just not pretty in most pictures. There’s always something missing in them. Rarely, I’ll find one that catches my face the right way and makes me feel like maybe that photo is a mirror to my life.
But normally I’m disappointed. The person in the photos isn’t me. I am far more beautiful than the girl who’s usually looking back at me.
Cameras don’t accentuate the way my eyes light up or how my hair bounces when I laugh. They only show this 2-D version of me that is flatter than a pancake. It’s nothing like me, not in the slightest.
I’m so much more than a 2-D piece of paper or an image on a computer screen. That picture doesn’t show my giving spirit or my positive outlook, not my passions. So how is it defining the beauty in my life?
Yeah, it shouldn’t be.
I am so beautiful in real life, so much more stunning than a picture can even encompass.
So no, I’m not photogenic. I’ll probably never be happy with pictures. I’ll always look like I was trying not to sneeze in my Driver’s License photo.
But it’s okay because I know and love who I am enough to know that those pictures don’t even begin to define the beauty that I posses.
I am beautiful, despite the crappy pictures I take.
“I am not photogenic,” I say as someone tries to snap a picture, but laugh as my unspoken words of confidence hang heavily in the air around us:
“But I am beautiful."
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