These are the photos of me I like best. Blurry photos, or ones that are highly over exposed. They wash out my flaws, or make them invisible with motion blur.
I am a harsh critic.
It’s why I almost never turn the camera on myself. It’s why when others take photo’s of me I am very uncomfortable. I don’t like being on the other side of the camera. I have no control. I don’t get to delete.
And yet when my children grab hold of the camera, they often chose me to snap pictures of. I don’t want to rub off my insecurities, I want them to be fearlessly self-confident, so I let them snap away happily, excited they get to play with Mom’s toy. Then they pull up the album, and show me the best ones they took. They tell me how beautiful I look, and what great pictures they take, and I agree with them. I hold back the criticisms about not having my hair washed, the stain on my shirt, the unplucked eyebrows, and the other endless things I don’t like about me.
They think I’m beautiful.
I am what they want to capture on “film”, they see me as so much more than I deserve. I think I should try to see me through their eyes a little more often.
*photo taken by Petra age 6
All Hipstamatic settings chosen by her as well
Lens – Chunky
Film – Ina’s 1935
Flash – off