MY GOOD ANGLE
I have been having a lot of my pictures taken lately. I have collected more pictures of me in the course of 6 months than I have in most of my adult life. They were snapshots mostly taken with phone cameras in the most mundane poses imaginable. Me eating a bowl of bubur ayam, me sleeping soundly in a blue, hooded jacket, me driving while squinting my eyes from the harsh sunlight, me applying blush-on in front of a mirror, me smiling, me scowling, me laughing, me giving the person behind the lense a 'come to bed' look.
Then there are pictures of us together. Not the perfect couple you see in those perfume ads. But the one you see sitting in front of you at a restaurant while you are having lunch alone. Two people so noticeably engrossed on each other the world doesn't matter.
I was never too keen on having my pictures taken. I have always thought that I was not blessed with a photogenic quality. I often cringed at the sight of my own photographs, my flaws seemed to be glaring right back at me. Thighs looked huge. Do I always smile that way? It's horrible. Eww, greasy hair! Should've held my breath to stop that stomach from bulging.
Now I wonder if I lost some weight or If I have subconsciously changed the way I smile or I am using the right shampoo or that frequent trip to the gym that stopped 6 months ago still have a lasting effect on my abdomen. Or I am just seeing myself in a completely different light because the man taking the shots showed me how.
He couldn't seem to see the things I spent hours in front of the mirror obsessing about. He notices and adores the things about me that I am secretly proud of. He thinks those silly little things I do are cute and picture-worthy.
And you know what? I like me seen through his lense.