“Recognition and enjoyment of the good qualities of someone or something.”
When I picked up my camera yesterday, my idea was doing a photo shoot to showcase my outfit under the fashion category of the blog. I liked how the black jumper and the black skirt combined with my messy braids in a bun. I also decided to take pictures of my face and head, even though I wasn’t wearing make-up or anything especial: I wanted to show my hairstyle better. Unfortunately, the light in my room didn’t show enough appreciation to my clothes. When I saw the first body pictures I took , I was disappointed. I didn’t look stylish enough and the resolution of the pictures was low. However, as soon as I saw the pictures of my face, I fell in love with them. It wasn’t because I thought I looked beautiful, but because I looked raw with a hint of gloominess. I really liked how natural and simple they were. I didn’t even want to add a filter to them or retouch them. I truly appreciated the darkness under my eyelids. The brownness of my skin. The unevenness of my tone. The wildness of my eyebrows. The fullness of my lips. The blackness of my iris. The roundness of my nose. The messiness of my hair. All these features, some of which I have hated and tried to get rid of intensely, made my self-portraits look artistic. Happy by this discovery, I went back to my body pictures and forced myself to like them. I rarely ever take side pictures of my body because I’m overweight and my belly isn’t flat. I like my body shape (curvy) but I don’t like the weight/mass, due to health complications and the difficulty of finding clothing. In spite of this, I ended up liking the body pictures. They even made me appreciate my body more. All this appreciation made me feel good.
Photoset by Emilie F. Yaakaar. All Rights Reserved © 2016
PS: Here is a slideshow with outtakes that didn’t make the final photoset because they didn’t fit the theme or were repetitive, though were good shots.