One of the only photos where I didn’t beat myself up for a laundry list of facial/body flaws.
I’ll be very honest: taking a picture you love usually means taking about 20 you hate (add a zero if you’re having a particularly rough day). Although this photo is currently unretouched, unless you’re willing to do serious photoshopping, it’s all about angles, lighting, emotion and a little bit of luck.
I could have shifted to one side and it would have looked completely different. And probably, knowing me, completely crappy!
Seriously, if you want to retain any semblance of “self-esteem,” never look at 800 unretouched photos of yourself at 4 am while listening to Peter Cetera.
Wait, what!? I would never listen to Peter Cetera!
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