Photo by Chantou Lam. Awesome photographer and even better dancer. I bet her headshots were amazing.
We had some headshots on Saturday for Dangerous Lorraines Dance Theater. I prettied myself up, let my hair down, and tried my best to act natural and beautiful in front of that camera. Take one. Eh. Take two. No. Take three. One more. Take four. Hang my head in defeat and realize I'll never be as pretty as I hoped I could be.
The reality is is that I don't know what I look like. I'm so obsessed with what I don't have or what I have that I don't want that I rarely just look in the mirror and just see what's really there. I'm sure many others feel the same way about themselves. Although, I am grateful for many things about my face. I have double eye lids (a treasure in the Asian world), full lips, long lashes, and high cheek bones. I get all those things from my mother. But why I can't be happy with that? Why can't we all be happy with what we have?
It occured to me that is why perfectly beautiful people get plastic surgery. They see everything that's not there instead of what's in front of them. It also occurred to me that maybe instead of wishing I was prettier, better, smarter, funnier, whateverer maybe I should just accept what's there and love it. The happiest people I know take in joy what they already have, not what they hope to have.
Do you have issues with pictures like me? Do you have tips on how to take a good picture? I heard that you should press your tongue on the roof of your mouth and look above the lens.