I don’t know about you, but I think it’s high time we (the amply endowed women of the world) got out from behind our blinkers and our protective fortresses and tried some new things.
A lot of us haven’t yet come to terms with a camera. With what a camera sees when it looks at us. When we see a photograph that’s been taken, our eyes are immediately drawn to: our double chins; our fat tummy; our drooping boobs; our hair that could do with a trim; our face that could probably do with some sort of improvement, and one of our favourite garments that has seen better days. We look at the photo critically and with no sense of reality. We’re intimidated with what we “assume” the camera has seen within and about us. And we’re uncomfortable! And the more uncomfortable we get, the more often we’ll refuse to have our photo taken.
You and I both know of women who have refused to have their photo taken for 20, 30, 40 and more years! Are you one of them?
Missing out on incredible experiences and in turn memories because we’re scared off by cameras is a great pity. It’s almost as though we want to be invisible. There’s certainly a small amount of shame in the decision. Why?
We’re unique individuals, and we should be proud of who we are, and dare I say it, but we should be proud of what we look like. We’re all different, but we belong to the family of “women”. We belong to our own personal family, with all its inherited genes and characteristics, and it’s not only our current families but even those who are to come who will ask about us, and how better to show them than by photographs. Photographs that show us in our different age seasons. Photographs that show us in life situations - celebrations, family/friend get-togethers, birthdays, weddings and the like. Miss the opportunity and they miss out, as well as us.