“And then I realized that to be seen by others, I first had to be willing to see myself.” ~Anonymous In a world that teaches us to be visible only when we’re polished, productive, or pleasing, I found something unexpected on the other side of my camera: myself.
But not the filtered version. Not the composed one or the “smiling because I’m fine” version. I found the person I’d forgotten—the one who had spent years loving, giving, showing up for everyone else but rarely turning any of that tenderness inward.
I didn’t pick up the camera to take pretty pictures. I picked it up because I was afraid I’d disappeared. I Didn’t Want to Be Seen; I Needed to See Myself The idea of photographing myself didn’t come from a place of vanity.
It came from absence. One evening, while trying to upload photos for a dating profile after years of single parenting and heartbreak, I realized I had no photos that felt like me.
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