I used to ‘hate’ having my photo taken.
So much so that I’d do pretty much anything to get out of it. When the photo of my university class was being taken I hid in my room and pretended I wasn’t there when a friend came looking for me to ensure I was included.
Turns out I’m not alone. In a study conducted by Macleans toothpaste half of women were so critical of their appearance they ‘hate’ looking at themselves, and three quarters were so self-conscious that they try to avoid being photographed altogether.
But here’s the really sad consequence of this for me: while I have taken many photographs of family and friends over the years, I am in very few of them.
Choosing to be behind the lens instead of in front of it means I now have very few photographs of me with those I love – especially just one-on-one photos. And, in the case of my darling Dad and friends who have died or live a long way away, I have passed up the opportunity to create visual memories I can now cherish.
Like this one.
I still don’t always like what I see of myself in photographs and invariably zero in on those aspects of my body I would rather be different.
But for my own peace of mind I’m going to spend this Christmas annoying the hell out of family and friends, ensuring that I get one-on-one snaps with all the people in my life that matter most to me.
Will you be doing the same?
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