Have you ever noticed that at the most important moments of your life, there’s always a camera around whether you want it or not?
Picture this: You’re at your best friend’s wedding. You’re having a great time and you are excited about remembering the moment, until the camera comes out. When suddenly your heart stops and you want to run away, retreating into the bathroom – you know the one with too much perfume in the air. Instead, you accept your fate, slink to the back and hope the photographer doesn’t capture your “bad angles.”
We’ve all been there.
I’ve been there more times than I can count.
For the first nine years of my life, I had a large birthmark on my face. My parents went to great lengths to assure me I was beautiful, but I couldn’t help feeling judged by outsiders – it made me feel insecure. Your face is the book cover to the story of your life and mine was flawed. I can remember wanting to avoid being seen, but for those who know me, my personality is too big to allow that. Because despite my insecurities, I’m a free-spirit, an explorer, an adventurer and most importantly a creative.