On high days and holidays and staying in the house in your PJs days, I’m always there, with the camera out, snapping away. So I had files and files to choose from to pick a favourite set of photos.
But there’s one face missing from all my photos. My own. For the last two years I avoided being in photos. I hold the camera, so I’m in charge. The reason is that I don’t recognise myself anymore. My eyes are empty holes of tiredness. There are lines which were never there before, do I really frown that much? I wouldn’t say I was vain before but I definitely spent more time checking my appearance.
Having three girls I’m constantly aware of my duty as a role model. What am I teaching them if they see I avoid being in photos? There is nothing wrong with my face. It may not be as slender as I’d like, I may have bags under my eyes and touches of silver in my hair. But this is what I look like now. This is what my children will remember.
So I’m going to start stepping in front of the camera occasionally. This is my face. I won’t be ashamed of it anymore.