For most of my life I have resisted taking photos or being photographed; I believed I did not have one those faces the camera liked—all curves and no angles. As the years rolled by, I promised to at least mark the decades of my life with some photos, but the years rolled by – 40-50 -60.
Then my mum passed away days before my 70th birthday. Somehow, I knew this was it; I had to see the person I’d grown into. I had this picture in my mind of what I looked like and I knew that somehow that face and body no longer existed. I took the plunge.
When the album arrived, I went through it about 10 times. There were photos I wanted out. They showed my sagging neckline, wrinkles, all those parts of me that I was hiding from. But as I continued to review that album it suddenly dawned on me that although I had changed with time, I was still the same. I began to see the things that didn’t change – the way my face lit up when I smile, the mischievousness that lurked behind my eyes, my strength, my love of life.
I proudly display my album and would not change one picture. I think of the photos as my journey from 17 to 70 and I’ve also realized that I am not all curves and no angles, I’m just me. ~ CW